In the space between a breath in and a breath out hangs the full moon. A brilliant orange coin luxuriously sinking beneath the city skyline, taking her time. Tonight she can afford to take longer, to allow you to look, to show off a little, before she dips beneath the earth and sings for us to answer. It is the same moon that instills freedom in my heart.
It is the same moon that has me howling out my car window,
screaming, “I am a wild woman!” cackling like a witch.
It is the same moon that I blow kisses and wink at.
It is the same moon that I shouted and cursed at, willing
the Gods or whomever to mend my life or yours.
It is the same moon that covered our skins and kept our
secrets.
It is the same moon that slips into my room and reminds me
of magic.
It is the same moon that lends its rhythm and cycle to my
body.
It is the same moon that asks for nothing in return.
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