3/6/2022 (c) p.s. currently not caring about line breaks.
The Queen of Wands is not sensual so much as sexual
She is fecund and if nature rearranged itself
the queen could birth babies until the cows came home.
You don’t have to seduce her. She knows exactly what she
wants
and if she doesn’t want you, you will know it,
though you will still feel your loveliness
and not think of it as rejection.
How sun lights upon her face! Does she wear a halo?
Maybe. For a time. Orion imbues her
with an otherworldly glow so bright
she can paint, dance, or write by her light.
Sometimes she sprouts an avian head
or wings that are luxurious as fur
wrapped around her shoulders.
She can take you along as she rises to moonlit heights.
The Queen radiates magic and keeps an assortment of masks
which she applies with such cunning that you will thank
her.
The Queen holds her scepter—
a wand hewn from the mustard tree
because all great things come from small beginnings--
held slightly aware from her torso
pointing to all the possibility in the world,
pointing to the road you should follow
to find the innate exquisiteness of your own inner beauty.
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