For my birds of a
feather
And so we lived and loved
As brazen harpies
Mad on salt water
In a bed by the sea
We were blemished, blissful
And absurdly free
Rambling poetic nonsense
As the sun melted into the sky
We don’t need your fickle beauty
We weave seaweed through our hair
And paint our faces with mud
A gnashing of teeth
A rustle of feathers
We delight in discord
By the gathering gold of the day
We clamber over mangrove roots
Thick, tangled and bulbous
Collecting shells and urchins
Like seagulls we scavenge
For the curious and the beautiful
But when the night turns raven black
We dance
In a whirl of dervish glee
Bare breasted and full bellied
Making mockery of the usual
Oh my Aello, my raging storm
You quite intoxicate me
With your resplendence, strange
And your convulsions, most peculiar
I seek the satiation of your caprices
We are chimeral creatures of chaos
Fearsomely beautiful
Beloved of the velvet sea
Wild women
We are wild women
Hot blooded, winged and limber
We pound the damp soil with our fists like drums
And sing out our pleasures to the night
We delight
In the strange shapes we make with our bodies
Unclothing each other
And laughing, shrieking to the open sky
A heightening of desires most base
An unhindered pursuit
Of our wicked yearnings
Spread your feathered limbs
Distort your face
Tilt your head back
And howl
As the stars burn bearing rapturous witness
To our sacred ritual
Of amorous theft
There is dirt under our nails
And teeth marks on our skin
And we are breathless with life
