Her bones are made of earth.
Her eyes are the color of water.
Her hair is like the sun.
This night, it is clothes that feed her fire.
Her old life is turning to ashes before her eyes.
She absorbs the vibes of the forest through the soles of her feet.
And in her soul the heart of her mother, Earth, beats.
Squatting in the earth, she pays no mind to the non-human eyes watching her.
Wiping, the leaf against her butt awakens the memory of one human’s kiss.
Receiving his gift on the night of a full moon, she does not howl with the wolves.
On the night of a full moon, she opens her legs, not her mouth.
Imagining her lips around her nipple, the two become one again.
If only for a moment.
In the earthbound wild she sleeps.
To dream of the magic that is flight.
Thank you to the beautiful women, whoever they may be, who made the images used in this post possible.