love note to a women's circle

the sweet us;

nurtured week after week

by each of our own sweet hearts

we were sanctified

doused in holy water

priestess-anointed,

sweetly appointed

to transcribe the meaning of love

into the future,

fiercely

and at the end,

like a mist

you each evaporated before me

you disintegrated like stardust,

floated up into the starlit sky

and god graced me

kneeling in the leaf litter,

arms and heart open,

you did not fly away.

instead, the vaporous you,

the misty us,

the great feminine sisterhood,

all that divine love,

flew into my gaping mouth

thirst-quenched,

heaven-sent

i'm holding on to your

magnificence