To: women

We crowd into a darkness of neon and strobe lights, sweating grasping thrusting jumping,

Deafened; ears by bass and spirits by alcohol

As of a single mind, like the maggot, we wriggle and crawl blindly back to the darkness from whence we came-

But I dream

Of not seeing you

In a faraway forest,

Touched and untouchable,

Naked and triumphant,

Wild and free.

Dancing

In a sunbeam

A shaft of light

Penetrating the throbbing verdant green canopy,

Shining brighter for the privilege of caressing your cheek

As the wind plays with your hair,

And the earth trembles under your toes,

Eyes bright, soul soaring,

Enraptured by the music of the wild god of the world,

Ears filled with laughter at the very notion

That you could ever be anything less

Than a goddess