How the sensual pleasure of a Wild Rose can counteract the potency of this Solstice New Moon.
Obviously there are limits to how sensual and stimulating a rose can be but by god human lovers can have many faults not least their ability to talk.
Mmm I’m not sure how I feel about entering the solstice moon cycle. Actually I do, I’m not ready. Not ready for the brightness, the peak, the climax of masculine solar power. I find it all quite unnerving.
What I don’t find unnerving though are the tempting blooming wild roses that I visit every morning these days growing outside my kitchen window, whose scent I inhale with my tongue as well as my nose, like a slithery snake unable to stop myself - Those same roses whose five soft velvet heart shaped petals dissolve like paper wafer communion on my tongue, feeling like my subterranean insides are softening and melting as each petal goes down to the deep well inside me nothing else seems to be able to touch, swirling pink and cream ripples of acceptance and surrender.