Moon Journey

Within the cycle of moons
it sloshes in,
changing white into wine
red.
Blood red.
It sticks to everything in sight,
frothy and heavy.
Flush away
that egg, bleed me
bitter.
My body is a temple
that gets stiff
and grows bigger.
Bloated, it seems,
miles wide.
like an ocean of blood, pulsing
beneath my panties.
Rebirthing my
moon journey
rebirthing me
when disaster strikes,
when the whole world attacks and I

cry.

Tears, salt, sweet, sweat, silt, it stains;
like pockets of moon dust
deep inside my pelvis,
throbbing in tune
to the moon
and all my sisters.
Joining in chorus
a sweet, low sound emerges
like a groan or a moan
and slips
to the ground.
My moon journey takes me far.
Across the desert,
to quenches my thirst
to belong to something greater.