O-the pen writes the circle and The pen is my sword my Wand, my tool that Creates this sacred space And the blood that flows In my veins Through my body Gives truth to My words The force of my blood Enough to get the point across And so I write With drooping eyes And the patient hope That the ink satins On my toes and my Soles and my soul Are not eternal But only the Marks of initiation And your own mysteries Call to me The circle of your arms The beat of your heart The wand pulsing With energy in your hand So I drop the veil Around my heart And take a step Into your magic circle And embrace Your male energy And your Alien-ness from me As I welcome The changes in me A new universe To explore, And I go Into the circle Of your arms and mine An interlocking set And marvel at the Magic that fuels that trick And wonder Where we learned it.
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