MABON: RAY   

  *MABON:RAY*
 

 *By GILDA LILY*
 
 Please note: this poem and its twin, "MABON: BENNY" is 
 the first in a series of poems that will turn with the
 Wiccan Wheel of the Year. There will be also companion
 pieces in the form of prose with the series title of THE
 WHEEL OF THE YEAR and will be posted soon. Blessed Be!
 
 

 A crisping chill 
 Descends on the city
 And trees burst 
 Into wondrous flame.
 

 Benny-love's eyes
 Are bright as jewels,
 His cheeks are apple-rosy
 (*Both* sets!) 
 

 His lips are sweet
 Like wine that's fresh
 From the vineyard.
 Oh, *caro mio*! 
 

 We pay homage
 To the Goddess
 In the ancient way,
 Her consort's rays
 Warming us in
 The autumn day.
 

 I press my finger
 Between those cheeks,
 His moans soft
 And golden
 As he pushes
 Harder, wanting more,
 The pulse of passion
 Opening the limbs.
 

 My finger leaves him,
 But he's not
 Bereft for long.
 We fall together
 Onto a bed of leaves
 That crackles beneath us
 As I ride
 (And I'm not even
 Musical).
 

 He gasps, flowing
 His love,
 Showers of scarlet
 And dazzling gold
 Covering us
 With Her bounty.
 Maple leaves...
 Of course!
 

 I kiss him tenderly.
 

 (*GILDA LILY*)
 (*8/26/97*) 
 

  

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