Thursday, 14 January 2010

Three Time Goddess

Smooth bare back, nipples lie dormant,
rose buds awaiting sunlight.
Tentative clouds float by, cool air circles.

New moon emerges.

You approach me, dressed in white
pure and clean; snowdrop
after the darkness of winter.

Crescent moon sheds light.

Limbs expectant, full with
experience. Breasts bountiful,
providing sustenance.

Full moon smiles down.

You embrace me, moist,
fecund. Lily in summer sun
nourishing nectar, glistening.

Waning moon retreats.

Saggy wrinkled, deflated sacks,
swinging low. Weighed down
with cold wisdom.

Darkened moon.

You hover behind me, awaiting my fall.
Cover me, with your story blanket,
a place to leave my skeleton leaves
dry, dusty, comforting.

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