father, brother, uncle, son-
I call you lover, my
ancient lover- flying in
to Mexico City I saw
your snowy peak, you
didn't fool me, I felt
the heat of your body,
your lava, your core,
your longing for my
touch, ancient lover,
the Earth danced beneath
my feet, our Mother, la
Madre, she knew nothing
could keep me from you,
your body, your lava,
your core, the ancient
memory of our union.
I dream your body, gift
from Earth, Sun, Moon,
every Star, I see
your molten eyes,
your molten mouth,
your molten hands,
your molten sex, lava
bright, meteor bright, first
eruption, genesis of
our longing. I am coming,
wait for me, I am dreaming,
wait for me, I am singing,
wait for me. I am dying
to receive your burning
body. Lava.
**Flying in to Mexico City, March 20, 2012, Popocateptl's snowy peak-
then, la Madre danced beneath my feet, no turning back, that memory of
surrender. As the planets line up, May 20, 2012, that gift of FIRE, memory,
ancestors. Two weeks after la Madre's dance, Popocateptl began to sing
to his lover with fire and ash. Into the Sixth World...
