Worth hanging on

by shamanofsmile

Me Tigris – You Euphrates . My deerskin – your hand

You the sun between bulls horns

The snake

     the tree

             the dove

             the drum

                     Lions sleeping

                             below our bed

                   Kundalini

       coiled

in a lotus,

extending

up

my

spine,

toward

Sothis

and

back

down

again

This how it feels to be Inanna

This is how it feels

sometimes

this time

us

is

worth

               hanging

                               onto

               giving

into

all

of

it

.

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