Desire is everywhere.

The tree desires the sun

In it's reach.

The magpie desires the other magpie and

The glint of gold.

Earth desires the rain

Wind desires the clouds

Breath desires the

Milk of goddesses

Fat and happy

Against the breast.

Even the child desires,

Reminds us that laughter

Desires our bellies,

Laughter wants it's wicked

Way with us.

Bodies desire desire

Navigate us together like

Magnets or polar points

Like a compass seeking poise

And stillness at the centre

Of the storm of all this

Wanting it wanting it wanting it

Fighting it fighting it fighting it.

Desire is a simple thing

When felt

When sensed

When allowed to move.

Desire is the voice of god.

The out breath in the frost,

The giggle in the stars.

Not the bane of our existence.

Not the keeper of some

Twisted human prison

That we must punish ourselves

To sit inside,

Bereft and flagellating.

Remember this remember this:

Desire is the tree towards the sun,

The birds towards the flock,

The rock towards erosion

And the bones towards decay.

Desire is the heartache of

Our ancestors who would

Have given it all ten times over

Just to have known us

For a moment.

Desire is the feathered path

In the mist.

Desire is the cackle

Of the hag from the ashes,

Who should carry revenge

In her burned and charcoal heart,

But delivers instead a gift.

Like a whisper in our dreaming,

Like a shadow or a light

In the woods

Who's call we have plainly

Failed to understand.

Because even the smell of it

Can break a fragile person

In two.

Can draw daggers on the school gate.

Can turn mothers to kill their daughters dead.

Like all is well

Like it was all meant to be that way.

Instead of this way.

Instead of the song in the ear of another

Instead of the touch in the darkness

From one woman to a brother.

Instead of the warmth of galaxies

Or the pull of oceans

As they surrender to the tide

In the exact same way

My sex surrenders to

The pull of a holy man

As he begs me

To speak again of the old ways,

As he begs me

To speak it into the ears of babes,

As he begs me

To speak it to speak it just to speak it.

Desire is the witches song

Desire is the prayer

Is all

Bring our bodies back to

Power

And let everything else

Let the empires of thought

Let the fleets of war

Fall.