Blessings
Wombs
ebb and flow,
ache in moon-times,
grow round now.
Aquaria globes
drumming within
unfold ova:
add, divide, multiply.
Blood throbs;
life lives,
tethered inside.
Screams wrench,
birth into motherhood.
Newborn
girls and boys with
pebble toes,
wise-eyes,
warm sweet-scented skin
and breath,
suckle
milk of the moon,
are blessed.
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