the familiar fall
skin singed with loss
bath water and burnt offerings
i find the longing unattractive
and make do
learning to kiss the edges
marked with endings so thinly veiled
torn under the inside
a season of mourning
a tattered sleep
a dream, swallowed.
"If one overlooks a woman’s dual nature and takes a woman at face value, one is in for a big surprise, for when the woman’s wildish nature rises from her depths and begins to assert itself, she often has interests, feelings, and ideas which are quite different from those she expressed before.
…When a woman consults her own dual nature, she is in the process of looking, canvassing, taking soundings of material that is beyond consciousness, and therefore often astonishing in content and process, and most often very valuable.
To love a woman, the mate must also love her untamed nature. If she takes a mate who cannot or will not love this other side, she shall surely in some way be dismantled and be left to limp about unrepaired.”
~ Women Who Run With The Wolves: Myths And Stories Of The Wild Woman Archetype, Clarissa Pinkola Estès, Ph.D.