Fleshing

I remember you

from deep within the hollows of my bones.

Wildness, you

Unhindered

Untamed

Unbound

beast of truth.

Oh how you long to be seen,

yearn to be embraced,

clawing at every opportunity for embodiment

seeking opening

to ooze from every oraface of this primal body

thats been beaten down by the No’s

of others,

who have forgotten their wildness, too.

Each long lunge,

each scraping of flesh

gently ushers forth

the wild ones, that lie within us.

Those who have lost their way.

The generations of domestication

Shared by both the sheep and I

welling forth to be grieved and mourned

as we transform each other

as we liberate one another.

Each long lunge,

Each scraping of flesh

I see you, old wild ones

the keepers of that sacred knowledge,

smiling upon me,

joining us in this sunbathed meadow

as I surrender by body, my breath,

my sweat and tears

my long, blonde hair

as sacrament to this practice,

this way of remembering

the holy ghosts of our ancestors

who long to reclaim their wildness, too

Those,

that live on

through my flesh and bone.