Lady Superior

The Mother laps my ankles as I bask in the full-mooned sunset alight in your wolfen eyes while you bow to the magnificence with tears filling the nether void between prospect and vanquished love. Ripples radiate in your movement to offer resistance against the calm even as the Jester cackles defiant in your perfect ear, taunting in pitch wanton with trepidation true to flow through the core of you. Your soles sink deeper as you spin to channel from within your revelry despite anomalies heart-wrenching and tender, you never surrender when rendered pure again in purpose at the caress of the ovum of spirit. I remain watchful from the shore as you summon Her strength once more.