You stand
In your barefoot glory
Drenched with light.
You are a woman
Of archaic silences.
Satiric laughter.
Wisdom overflowing.
You love life
For all its beauty
And simplicity.
You want a man
Because you feel, and by
Deeply feeling, know
That a woman alone,
Or a man alone
Has half a human heart,
Lives half a human life,
Is half a human soul.
You want a man
To complete your heart,
Fill your life,
And marry your immortal soul.
You seek a man
Who you can forever respect
As a stranger,
Trust as a friend,
And love
As you love the finest parts
Of your own nature.
Blood of life's blood.
Flesh of life's flesh.
Spirit of holiness.
So close we must be
To engender life
In our beginning.
You became a woman
When you tasted the fruit of the gods
Began worshipping the moon,
Growing in certainty
And feeling.
You have seen your shadow
Cross the afternoon sand––
You have summoned your friend.
Tonight,
There will be a driftwood fire
In the shadowy dunes––
And we will celebrate
The flickering bronze,
The searching wind, and
The miracle of ourselves.