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Love Me Like Lilith Loves the Wild, Like the Witch Loves the Moon.

 

Mirror to my most ancient soul, I bid you see me as your ever-destined bride.

I will wait here in this bitter river as Parvati did for Her Shiva, my white gown billowing out in all directions over the gush of melting snows and earth-born groundswells, my lips blue with sacrificial obsession, my eyes fixed skyward as the stars pin-prick through the indigo fabric of twilight, and my inner blood-drum beating out a slow rhythm just for you.

Love me like the Witch loves the moon, with an in-the-bones and heartfelt kinship with the Mystery, with an ethereal and alien reverence. See me as a beacon to your soul’s deepest truth, as you are to mine. Know me as she who is and will always be. Cup my face in your hands, press your forehead close, and whisper-pray my real name, the one you tattooed on my bones before I was born.

Love me like the Crone loves solitude, and hold both my shaking hands while I enter the infinite. Let us sit in sacred silence together and commune with the dark-winged angels who know us best. Do not break the peace of this holy moment with any sound, only synchronize your breath with mine during this secret ceremony so our numinous souls will be forever bound.

Love me like the writer loves her words. Twist me, break me, and move me in just the right places. Let me drip from your lips like sweet wine in Summer, then spit me out like red-hot sauce spiced with too much cayenne. Lap me up like mother’s milk. Dip your tongue straight to the bottom with confidence, and I promise my flavor will never lie.

There is no greater beauty than anguished longing for a twin-flame lover, and you are my most sacred ache. This stream grows warmer like womb water, and I am a lonely babe waiting to be born. Love me like Lilith loves the wild, like the outcast loves rebellion, and like the beasts love their freedom. Strap me to your back and take me home.

Grant me just one night of untamed, hot-bodied righteousness, and I vow to live an entire incarnation between dusk and dawn.

Love me like the sun loves to burn and our galaxy loves to spiral-dance, eternally and with much grace. Orbit around me from a distance, then come in so close you crush my bones into dust. Let me be your tragic love story; we are dying, after all. Love me like the worms love the ephemeral flesh, and kiss me like we will not live to see another sunrise.

I am yours, my love, and I am floating atop these steaming waters now, trusting I will be carried straight into your arms before moonset, bidding the creatures of the night to leave me be, and howling into the mystic darkness with much guttural conviction.

Love me like Eve loved the forbidden apple. Risk it all. Be the thick-bellied snake weaving in and through the soft curves of my pelvis, and let them dismiss you as Devil. Lick me with your forked tongue, and I promise I will burst like an over-ripened passionfruit and run in sweet and holy rivulets down your chin. I am the unapologetic, lustful Maiden, and I have no shame.

Love me like the ancient oak loves the fertile soil. Sink your roots sure and deep. Soak up all the nourishment I have stored in my fat and my blood; I’ve been saving it all for you alone. Honor me like the wolf honors her pack, and I will run with you through these haunted woods forever.

Love me like the Witch loves the moon, and I will never abandon you. Drag me onto the shore, peel back these rags, and strip me down to the rawest version of myself. I will hide nothing from you, for your eyes are sure-sighted mirrors and, to you, even my skin is transparent light and shadow.

This is my most holy night, and I am beckoning you to come forth, to separate yourself from your band of hungry ghosts and lost demons, and to claim what has been yours since the long-tongued angels and descended masters forged our twin souls in the ethereal crucible.

We are the most combustible love embodied in two magnetic skins, and, my most yearned-for lover, no one I have ever invited between my thighs has ever compared to the horned-god majesty that is you.

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Danielle Dulsky

Danielle Dulsky

Danielle Dulsky is a heathen visionary, Aquarian mischief-maker, and word-witch. Author of 'Seasons of Moon and Flame: The Wild Dreamer’s Epic Journey of Becoming', 'The Holy Wild: A Heathen Bible for the Untamed Woman' and 'Woman Most Wild' (New World Library 2020, 2018, 2017), Danielle teaches internationally and has facilitated embodiment trainings, wild circles, communal spell-work, and seasonal rituals since 2007. She is the founder of The Hag School and the lead teacher for the school’s Flame-Tender Facilitator Training and online coven, The Hag Ways Collective, an E-RYT 500 and YACEP, a Fire-Keeper for Ord Brighideach, and a dedicant to Irish-Celtic spirituality. She believes in the power of wild collectives and sudden circles of curious dreamers, cunning witches, and rebellious artists as well as the importance of ancestral healing, embodiment, and animism in fracturing the longstanding systems supporting environmental unconsciousness and social injustice. Parent to two beloved wildings and partner to a potter, Danielle fills her world with nature, family, art-making, poetry, and intentional awe.
Danielle Dulsky