an Animal, an Angel

An animal, an angel
They are one and the same

I want your whole animal self
with its wild violence, instinct and desire
embodied pleasure
all of this is divine, angelic

I want you in the fur you were born with
bearing your sharp white teeth
belly up to warm in the rays of the sun
full from the last meal you hunted

I want you knowing your own power
so much that you lie on your back
exposing the vulnerability of your beasthood
secure in the ways of self protection because
it is inherent in who you are, like a big black cat

You are the queen wherever you venture
This is divine my love
You, the fierce wild pussy, are divine
You are divine and I will worship you
for the rest of my days

An animal, an angel
nothing is contradictory.