Chorus

[tectak]

I broke off two of her fingers,

the green lacy hands reaching,
reaching,
trembling
beckoning me inside,
to the faded shadows where time stands
and attempts to be still.

Sticky saplings bed into my palm,
first outstretched,
then curled as a paw.

I wish to growl and unfurl my goddess...

to reach into the past
and chant holy words
beneath heaven's heavy quilt,
Raw and awakened in a newly formed world.

Dusk rises like an apparition,
cools the air into suspended crystals
dancing just above my bottom lip
curved, in both inspiration and awe.

Loam reaches out,
surrounds my feet and ankles, beckoning.
Come, be one and decay
beneath the wormy earth and rotting leaves.
Replenish the cycle.

One day, my loves...
one day I shall join you,
and sing the chorus of hosts.

Hi aish,
Though this may seem cowardly, I thought I would get some other crit's take on the piece before I made a fool of myself interpreting your thoughts. I am a bit pushed right now but I really think this is a worthy piece. I am curious about the last stanza and will read the whole thing until the line "one day my loveS" makes me aware of your overall sentiment. I will get back.
Best,
Tectak