Her nectar dripping from the enveloped flower of her being

Like honey sticky sweet, she savors herself from her fingertips

How she longs to be back within the primitive Eden

Skin bare to the elements and her voice able to be lifted up to the sky

To the goddesses imploring her to

Find magic within the trees, across the ice cold waters

To yearn for her full body

To feel the heat of earth pressed into every fiber of her being

A kind of delicious enchantment she discovered so long ago

A yearning to quench

And even when god left her

She still calls upon the empowerment of her body

To reclaim that secular power

That man said only this so called

Greatest man could conjur