The dear Moon, she is safe.
Not by lock and key,
But as your confidant
She radiates pure trust;
With a belly so full
Of galactic nourishment;
Wrapped in Universal wisdom.
Her lustrous curvature mimicking
Our gentle feminine touch;
With imperfect indentations to show
Who she is–
no shame and no crutch.
A clear crystalline ball that shimmers,
Undressing in the night to illuminate
her glorious flaws;
Aware of who she is,
Straight up beautiful and admirably raw.
She stands tall, effortlessly
Immersing her territory below;
With confidence, au natural
Made by luminescent rays
Blended into a stature of stillness
That magnifies strength,
That illuminates beauty.
Told by her open secrecy,
Her honest observation.
Unseen, unheard but understood
In a way that nobody or
nothing else ever could.
She kisses your forehead before
She whisks you away
into a world of dreams;
Stroking your cheek, caressing your fears
Using her light to paint a story that
Shows you just who you are, my dear.
She sees you.
For all that you are,
Who you’ve been
And who you’re meant to become.
In all of your vulnerable existence–
With naked, bathed and freckled skin;
Tangled hair and abandoned leg stubble;
Sexy, cute, badass, and everything in between.
The stars prancing to greet her,
Dressed in humility,
Conscious with compassion,
Open with acceptance.
Together they dance
in magnificent space,
Hand in hand;
Speaking a language, unspoken
But oh so piercing like
Dry ice on bare skin.
An unconventional love story
That screams connection
And whispers with fearless pursuit.
No strings attached
And expectations vanished.
For, just remember
It’s all written up there,
But forever unfinished.
Gifting salty tears to my soul.
That carries a story of the release
Drifting gently past my lips;
Her story, her voice is my own.
She speaks an unapologetic truth
With open arms for the unknown.
For it is on this Earth that we can surrender and see,
Who we are;
Who you are;
And in all of her grace, she unveils…
What damn right we came here to be.
About the Author:
I am a healing human that likes to dig beneath the surface to uproot the authentic story behind the human experience. I allow my stream of consciousness to guide me, my truth to grow me and the Earth to teach me. Ever since I could write, poetry and prose have been a cathartic channel for healing, raw self-expression, and true connection. Along my own mental health journey, the art has allowed me to heal through a creative and vulnerable lens.