Eclipse Scrying

Eclipse Scrying

Where's the fun

in hiding in the eye

of the hurricane?

I want to be bodysurfing

the storm,

madly dancing in the rain,

cast off from restrictive form ...

I want to taste sweet grapes

break crisply;

Embark on a journey of ecstasy

to be all I have

thought to be;

Yet safely reside

in a place deep inside

away from the prying norm.

I want romance in the sense of

sensation inviting and free.

I want a chance to believe in magic.

And I want what I want to be 

crazily in love with me.