It was in a sweat lodge once,
you and me sat
deep in the middle
of the ancient forest.
Surrounded by pine trees
& lying in the *****
of our Earth Mother,
we received our sacred names
from the medicine man.
Yes it was true.
Together on a personal journey
& seeking knowledge,
we rode the good Red Road
into bliss.

You became
Miss Hummingbird
& me Mister Bee
& we saw the way
inside the burning fire.
Our desire was escalated
as more water smothered,
stoked the coals
into swirling
hot-visions.

The primal-perspiration
streamed over
our loinclothed bodies,
wanton,
our breathing
became erratic.
And with them lifted,
you gladly received my nectar
from behind in copious amounts
screaming.
I filled your sweet sweet cup,
all the way up to the brim.

And it was there,
connected in the darkness,
we became lost
in a harvest moon dream
& we kissed
forever.