A Woman at Night – Saturday and Thursday Evening

A Woman at Night – Saturday and Thursday Evenings

to be read at night
when hurting

to a witch
as stars are born
at night

to a girl
as magic kisses
her

to us
let’s daydream
ourselves to
sleep

to her
Mary
when hurting
and hoping

I hurt and hope too
I love you, Emma

A Woman at Night – Friday Evening

A Woman at Night – Friday Evening

I’m only real 
illuminated
I’m only to appear in night
lit by candle light

a witch in dream
her body 
a spell into light, a delight
her eyes
holy in the dark
her heart
holy, shattered
spark alive

be still honey

a witch at night
at her crush depth
at ours
in her tears
in ours

who’s to hold us
us
for we belong honey
we belong

oh sweet angel of ours
we belong
we’ve got you now

a woman at night
our holy witch
dream, delight

you are our shining star
the heart of us
you make our soul complete

Black Dress 14 – Nighttime Moments

I’ll be outside
outside
upon a roof flat
I’ll be naked
dusk
cold wind, in despair

I’ll be a woman
alone in tears

us, our evening acts

actress:

there’s hope
there’s time

there’s time?

you’re conjuring –
there’s nothing

I say that there is
and I say that there must be
and if there isn’t
then we will leave

lets to our nighttime moments Mary
lets you and us to bed

we will be with you
in your dreams
as always

I love you

Reading from Mary

That is all I wish to say from the gospel of Mary

Except

Except, that the gospels, all of them

Come from Mary

They are Mary’s teachings to Jesus

In reality Mary is Christ

It is Mary who is within us

And she writes about her experience

In a way that I personally understand

Of a bridge between Eliana, her soul –

The bridge being her mind

Men tried to silence her, to exorcise us

To tear away her presences, her loves

They failed

Later, we met Jesus

And spoke to him of our conversations with Eliana

Who is not our creator

Just a way of life

Birthed of stars

That has existed forever

That is all we in our witchery, wish to say

I love you

I love you too

Reading from Rosemary

a few words

in my, Rosemary’s world –
feminist consciousness
is a void
there is no way out
no one to turn to
everyone is within
while she stands alone, without

those who must control her
their victory is total
not because they defeat
feminism, her
but because they rule over
a world
in which feminist possibilities
where hope, her hope
does not exist

this is my world
my trans womanhood, no where
except oppression,
violence, control
and death

what is without to her – now that she is within us
for she is we – and we are the witch