Moon Goddess

Written by Audra Burwell

Thrashing, pulsing, the life demands more room,

Webbed wings spreading, emergence it seeks,

A truth witnessed only by the shrouded moon.

“Moon Goddess,” read by Audra Burwell
Gazing long into the dazzling moon, 
I feel rebirth wrapping me in white sheets, 
As I press a hand to my womb. 
 
A great eruption of life is coming soon, 
A secret nestled deep within my dress’s pleats, 
A truth witnessed only by the shrouded moon. 
 
Titillation floods my mind, forced to swoon, 
Life spills between my thighs, secretes, 
As I press a hand to my womb. 
 
Thrashing, pulsing, the life demands more room,
Webbed wings spreading, emergence it seeks, 
A truth witnessed only by the shrouded moon. 
 
Breasts firm, nipples taut, a blush begins to bloom,
The urgency crescendos and the pain repeats, 
As I press a hand to my womb.
 
You, my lover, stand aside, hidden in the gloom,
Lips tight, eyes tick, heart beats,
As I press a hand to my womb,
A truth witnessed only by the shrouded moon.


Check out this poem, and more of Audra’s work, in print in Serpentine Vol. 3

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