I will wear my hair down
I will walk bare chested
U will not be comfortable but we have work to do
I will be your strength when you raise the sword
I will be the scream in your throat when you yell the battle cry
I will be the tears running down your face
That is how you know I am with you
You are never alone and when in doubt
Touch your hair
We have rituals that connect you to me
There is fire, dragons, snakes and a strange incense
The red line I have drawn around you is never to be crossed
You bend your head and swing your hair from side to side
Hold your heart, swish and swish
Look at the picture you have etched on the ground
Now rise and rest awhile
I will tell you the stories of my desire, love and friendships
And you can tell me how old fashioned I am.