Lunastration
she's a magical
being truly Diosa
not knowing that
the full moon is
playing with her
body as its cycle
returns as does
hers and never
crosses her mind
that she's one
of a kind blinded
by stupid human
truths that lie as
she lays instead
in bed thinking
all she was told
family and church
not one to be worth
but as every woman
does of age but they
never told her what
connection she has
made with Gaia and
Luna so in tuned
that her symphony
sounds and choruses
sing the bringing of all
that she brings to her own
altar altering nothing in my
bow and state
i will lick your
tears in this time
and you will become
my cup of blood wine
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