*MABON:RAY*


*By GILDA LILY*

Please note: this poem and its twin, "MABON: BENNY" is
the first in a series of poems that will turn with the
Wiccan Wheel of the Year. There will be also companion
pieces in the form of prose with the series title of THE
WHEEL OF THE YEAR and will be posted soon. Blessed Be!

A crisping chill
Descends on the city
And trees burst
Into wondrous flame.

Benny-love's eyes
Are bright as jewels,
His cheeks are apple-rosy
(*Both* sets!)

His lips are sweet
Like wine that's fresh
From the vineyard.
Oh, *caro mio*!

We pay homage
To the Goddess
In the ancient way,
Her consort's rays
Warming us in
The autumn day.

I press my finger
Between those cheeks,
His moans soft
And golden
As he pushes
Harder, wanting more,
The pulse of passion
Opening the limbs.

My finger leaves him,
But he's not
Bereft for long.
We fall together
Onto a bed of leaves
That crackles beneath us
As I ride
(And I'm not even
Musical).

He gasps, flowing
His love,
Showers of scarlet
And dazzling gold
Covering us
With Her bounty.
Maple leaves...
Of course!

I kiss him tenderly.

(*GILDA LILY*)
(*8/26/97*)


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