There was no one for miles,
Just her and the trees.
The sky, birds and earth hold her intensity.
No one to hush her quiet,
Shame her into silence,
Be disturbed by her wildness.
She begins to breathe,
Deep and long, taking herself to the edge and beyond.
She runs her hands up her body and she calls to the sky,
Her wild heart awoken,
Her wide hips begin to shake,
Rotating and grinding into the earth.
Back arching, arms flailing, she curls her fingers into the dirt.
Teeth bared and eyes alight, with guttural groans,
She fucks herself to life.
Leaves and twigs stick to her tangled hair, that splays out behind her like snakes,
Her full mouth foaming, ecstatic state.
She's wailing, shrieking,
Stopping for no one,
She cums and cums and cums until there is nothing left but her continuing deafening scream of YES.
Engulfed and exploded into light and energy,
She lets all of existence rip through her,
Every cell alive and throbbing and pulsating with life,
Taking her completely, violently, blissfully.
She surrenders her will to all of creation coming through her coming through her cumming.
Wild Woman Unleashed...
You're lying next to me, stroking my belly softly in the dark. Usually your touch would stir me immediately, but tonight - there's nothing.
Well, hardly nothing to be honest, there seems to be more going on than ‘you're just not doing it for me’.
My ‘I'm not in the mood’ just doesn't feel quite true.
Beneath this veneer of unresponsiveness, the intensity of Her gathers and brews.
I remain motionless as you continue to touch - screw up my face to avoid feeling too much.
Explosive white light pierces through the top of my head, shooting down my crown and through the bed.
This isn't nothing, or disinterest,
oh She's here alright,
This is resistance.
She's big tonight; like really big,
Beyond me big - ready to fucking annihilate both of us big.
If I let the lid off her right now with you, who knows what she will do?
She feels dangerous, unpredictable, taboo.
I've seen and felt the chaos she can cause, the disturbed reflections she calls forth,
In this lifetime, and many ones before.
Her presence is too much,
Her hatchet too sharp.
She hisses, cracks skulls,
She's grotesque and dark.
She will gauge your eyes out, rip into your flesh or at the very least pierce your skin and suck you ‘till you're bloodless.
She is bigger than most can take.
So perhaps tonight it's the safer option...to just keep her in her cage.
Because, This instinctual opening, it's fear provoking
Her divine downloading, is chaos invoking.
Her power to manifest, destroy, heal, feel
This wild, wandering womb.
We were burned at the stake for this. Locked In psych wards for this.
Hung in public courts for this. Thrown over cliffs to see if we could fly for this.
We died for this. Cried for this. Had to run, hide and fight for this.
Opening, Invoking, Provoking.
Unleash the Wild Woman.
She stays just below the surface - waiting, electric.
I’m now laying on my side, curled in a ball trying to keep her at bay.
She continues to course through me - and I'm hiding from her.
I acknowledge my shut down and begin to sob, grieving for all of the times she's been hidden before.
For some, she has never even been felt or named, for fear that surrounds her, for this collective shame.
I know her; the full expansive YES of her, recognising the need for more places for us to reclaim her;
To scream, to bleed, To fuck and feed her,
Where the neighbours won't complain or the housemates won't wake,
where there are no sheets to soil and no walls or beds to break.
How often we cover up our rawness.
Bind our breasts in wire and strap,
our feet in leather and heel,
our cunts in elastic and lace,
Apologies written all over our face.
Sorry in our eyes,
Sorry between our thighs,
We cage her and say a rigid, polite, tight lipped 'no thank you' to her.
We lie back and think of England..Say your ‘pleases' and 'thank you'’s and be a good girl will you?
She's so hidden below the surface that some don't even know her.
‘hey lady, you can’t drip your juices all over the train,
roll around in ecstasy on the floor in your local cafe,
dance naked and raw on a public beach
and not expect to be locked up,
or very least meet the police.’
We live in a domesticated society, and to tap that kind of force is a powerful energy that I'm not sure the 6 o’clock news is ready for just yet.
I've felt her,
I've witnessed her.
I've seen and experienced what happens when she unleashes; what kind of force we really are; where there is no 'self' to be conscious of , no ego or fear to speak of ..THAT kind of 'go there'
Have you felt her?
She's in you.
She's in all of us.
She is our Fuck YES,
our Hell NO - our unapologetic ‘Here I am, take me or leave me’ breaker of the mold.
Our squirting mess and shit, our ferocious pleasure, our delicious erotic want of ALL of it.
Our instinctual animal of freedom and fuck.
I am committed to creating more places for the wild in us, where we can unleash her completely; without noise restriction and with our full conviction.
I am committed to serving her, to keeping her fed,
To providing us with spaces where we can all find Her again.