Feminine Howl

What if I told you
the feminine
wasn’t just soft and flowery and sweet?
That she is
like a volcano
A storm
A tornado
Erupting sensuality
Untameable wildness
Undefinable freedom?
 
What if I told you
the feminine wasn’t just nourishing and mothering and kind?
That she is
like flames rising
Ocean waves crashing
Source energy embodied
Daunting deliciousness
All-encompassing self-love
Fully expressed beauty?
 
What if I told you
the feminine
wasn’t just innocent and flowy and cute?
That she is
like a lioness’s roar
A wolf’s howl
The warm blood in your body
Fearlessly open
Fiercely empowered
Present in pleasure?
 
She would be feared
She would be feared
Shunned, shamed, pressed down, diminished
for her uncontainable essence
her boundless force of creation
her goddess nature incarnate
 
Yet the voice of her wildness
Her hunger to tap into the wisdom in her bones
Her longing to express the yearnings of her raw heart
Her desire to reclaim her sensual expression as her own
Her love to gather in communion and remember, together
will never ever
stop whispering
calling her home
First softly, then loudly, then overwhelmingly
Till there is no other way
and her voice will be heard