In Our Own Words by Jacqueline Freeman

The sting. I inject myself into you; when you sleep, you dream of possibility.
Even the discomfort is to awaken you. I kiss to start you up. The turn is the fire of love.
My venom cures disease and purifies the blood by stimulating the cleansing process, but not by removing a substance. No this cleansing is by transformation. We commingle our matter in a pulsing swelling that rises up like a small hive under your skin. Wild within the small cosmos, it calls your attention. Immerse yourself into this heightened awareness, and feel the helix that is my signature.
I die into you that we both might live.



Excerpt from the book "The Song of Increase" by Jacqueline Freeman

Lovely Imbolc on the Labrynth