cycles

by heather - Taurus

i'm bleeding again, i said.
its a good thing.
this sacred lunar
cleansing, singular
to women.
i feel my muscles contracting,
twisting, writhing.
my lower back aches
in a dull burning.
these half-moons
are tender,
supple.
what could not be concieved
is being flushed away;
this seed is sinking.
imagine what it could have been?
bringing blood and blood together,
a fusion of stars.
intricate miniscule particles
of astronomical You.
i'm bleeding again, i said.
its a good thing.

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2001-03-04 11:29:31
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:43
Poem ID: 60755

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