I am full moon hungry and tonight
it is the brightest of the year
Empty of you finally after a long illness
almost took the last breath of my body
I measure each action as victory
marking time by each
day I wake
greet the morning
reluctantly still
after all this time
It is the moon that feeds me, moving
lambently across my breasts,
filling me with its light and grace
I will tell you when I have reclaimed my life.
Moving past the shadow of this illness,
I curl into the smallest shaft of light.
I will drink until I am full.
marking time by each
day I wake
greet the morning
reluctantly still
after all this time
It is the moon that feeds me, moving
lambently across my breasts,
filling me with its light and grace
I will tell you when I have reclaimed my life.
Moving past the shadow of this illness,
I curl into the smallest shaft of light.
I will drink until I am full.
From the anthology: heart, 2002 The Wild Angels
Sandra Lee Schubert ©All Rights Reserved, 2025
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