I anoint you with the ashes from the fire that burned your illusions to the ground:
a fire that rose from your heart,
aching for a new song to
lick you back to life—
a fire bathed in melodious desire,
soaked with the pleasure of impermanence.
Barefoot,
the soft grey-umber earth
(now fertilizer for growth)
rises to penetrate your red core
sun at the horizon,
dressed in naked ash:
a golden serpent dancing against the darkening sky.
You are the consecration of a new beginning—
expressing your truth,
emanating your full-bodied beauty,
honoring the magnitude of release,
rooting you in your wild presence.
©Rebecca Cavender