Mother Moon
The Moon's caress is dark and so seductive
Barely opening its eye to form a crescent
So suave, so decadent, like a white talon
reaching out across the stars,
Beckoning the retreat of the Sun
A cat’s claw reaching out across the skies,
Silent, breathtaking and strong
A long and gentle scratch until
the dawn approaches and the Moon rests again.
Mother Moon protects us with a bow
Followers of the Moon knows of her power
Soft, sweet, trusting and kind. Then,
she becomes red, dusky, hearty and large.
A white hand harbors the
pregnant abdomen of the dark Moon,
As if nurturing it until reaches its supreme peak,
Becoming full and round.
unicornangel33 Community Member 
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