MOON MILK



Beneath her chronic luminosity
I stand obliterated,
Obsequious and bedazzled,
White water cascade inflaming bare flesh
Raw with sin.

Beneath her devout brilliance,
My belligerent spirit beckons,
Seeking out vindication or retribution,
The heart of me cringing even in adulation.

White whispers caress me-
Encase me-
Embrace me-
I falter.

Pale beams of ivory love envelop me,
Cleansing and purifying.

The black, black night suckles purity greedily
From my powder white breasts
Now filled with
Moon milk and power.



Copyright © 2002 by Elizabeth Ann Lopez



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