Masturbating In The Woods

Masturbating naked in the woods in the rain was when I knew God was my lover, not a patriarch glaring at me with disgust. Because God kissed me and made me shiver and hovered around me and dripped in my eyes. She said she remembered many thousands of years of dancing like this, and I tried to remember, closing my eyes, but I had no words for the images I saw, so I spoke in a language that might be the new language the rain is writing onto my skin or it might be the old language that the rain gave my people when I was the one who gave my seed to the rain for them.