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*) Return to the Due South Fiction Archive