Invocation

God walks in your bones,
His footprints scar your lips luminous,
holy light etched into the details of you
are curling strands of pure delight,
see how the sun has braided love-locks
into the tanned creases of your eyes,
God roams freely in you, He has no
choice, you never let him free, even
when he bends toward the darkly
fierce Goddess in me.