The Walk

It’s been several moons since Ocean Hawk took me to the Witch-Woman of the forest

The Witch-Woman...she was tall, confident and imposing
She had taken a look at my breast and concluded
     The skin around my areola had worn away
     Was easily agitated
          Gave me cream to ease discomfort

There was no discomfort

Just an aesthetic issue
     One breast visibly changed for always
          So shall it be
Should someone behead me
Identification can be made with a quick review of my chest

The walk has been long since my desert time

Eros is heading back towards me
  Carrying papers, formalities
               Written not with the glow of his golden arrow
But with the stench of blood
Long decayed in battle

Ocean Hawk remains my company
She is Kind
  Gentle
  Pure of Heart
She allows me space to grieve
My loss of Eros
Loss of the romantic notion
That Love conquers All
She is allowing my Trust to grow

Lately
Lately my dreams have been infiltrated by two
          Aries
          Eden

  Sex from men
Love from Women

I've since been wondering

     What do lesbians dream of?

          Do gay men ever dream of fucking women?
               Do straight men dream of fucking men?

Or

Is it a bi-sexual thing?

A reincarnation thing?

Or simply

          Is it a Lesley thing?

I don’t think there’s a right or wrong way to Being who We are

Isn’t Love just Love when it's all said and done?
When all our faces are removed
When all our stories have been told
Won't that be what remains of who we were?
Won't that be what we want others to remember most?

Each step I take
I feel the pebbles beneath my feet
The dust gets past my leather somehow and forms a skin beneath
  The mud
The mud ruins everything
Until I reach the Ocean

I’m headed there now
Ocean Hawk remains at my side
                I wonder at times
                         How long she'll stay


I remain,

Ever grateful for Movement, Love, and Humanity's true spirit - Goodness; and You, my Heartists and Warriors of Love, Humanity is You - it is Us,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist