Alone,

Naked in a strange
Land.
Its strength, shadows
Tear the horizon.

Pulsing
Their ancient, carnal
Beat, it threatens,
Warns
And then embraces me
To hot bosom-
Womb.

I sprawl headlong.  Grunt,
Howl
A panting song
Of wolves, while under
The canopy of opaque
Night,
MotherMoon weaves
Her menstrual tides and
Rocks the land
As a lace-bordered
Cradle.

(I measure time by moonlight)
heart
echoing
rhythms of earth
and sea.

Clay crumbles,
Melts- Red
Beneath my tongue.
Dew
Coats me:  sticky,
Sweet with love-
Smells.