Stunned by reading her in my Futhark runes Listening to my witch tunes Pale skies and rebel black moons Lesbian mating called heard through the voice of the loons F****** her on the lust-dust astral dunes Last night's Vernal Equinox, the wind, the terra, the fire, the water, the spirit, Terra has eyes for Clair de Luna
Terra calling Clair de Luna Circle of Stone starts to spin, no beginning and no end The Milky Way seems to weaken me, as if to say, "We know exactly where you are."
Terra has eyes for Clair de Luna. Voices calling from another time and place.
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman
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Reviews of "Circle of Stone Equinox: Terra Has Eyes For Clair de Luna"
Now come on Sage. Lesbian mating call - nah! Its just the voice of the turtle. Those who hear it all hear the same sound but we do a different dance. The Goddess does not care so long as we celebrate the flesh and our nature;-)
Loved the poem and I owe you a special thanks for holding the innings together as my own equinox poem was abandoned half finished due to cricket on television induced inertia.
Ian
Passion burns in each stimulating word--WOW. I'm awed by your talent--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 22, 2006
Terra's eyes. Astral setting. Clair de Luna. Cosmic mating call heard only by the special few and the few who are special move as one to accept the moonlit delight.
Rebel black moons and lust dust astral dunes - that's f***king fantastic! Excellent stuff - I love the passion you put into your work. Makes me want to be young again ...
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Loved the poem and I owe you a special thanks for holding the innings together as my own equinox poem was abandoned half finished due to cricket on television induced inertia.
Ian
Excellent write and that picture is awesome! Great stuff; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Passion burns in each stimulating word--WOW. I'm awed by your talent--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Radiance to you,
SFX