I want to express us.

Our love, my love.

Our hurt, pain, so injured our movement.

See us, in exaltation.

Her nature, torn to pieces, shattered by hatred, cruelty, misogyny.

I want to image us.

Our survival, our sacred transness, womanhood, our lineage, witchhood.

Plurality.

We want to cry to you – of us.

Our communion, of covenant of her, in hallowed.

My love – we are you, in presence, your grace is our salvation – upon this beautiful dying world.