This Tuesday’s Poem Vol 1

Here's the beginning of a new series.
One poem every Tuesday.
Enjoy:

I sit in the mess of this body
this old new old body
under a blood stained full moon
she waxes and wanes a song
every twenty-eight point five days
and my body cries out to her

I wonder does the Moon Goddess
my Mother
know what she does to this human body
does she know the contractions, screams, and blood
she elicits from me?

I lay immobilized
and in that stillness
flowing
I’m told the darkness of the womb
is also the lightness of the womb
it tells the same story

the lightness and darkness of where we all come from
is also in each and every soul
the old new old soul
the light dark light soul

old light
new dark
old dark
new light

it is all the same
but different
I never knew this song before
I never knew this body before
it is new to me and also old
olding by the minute, the second

and yet also new
each second a new possibility
to breathe in a new way
that I never had before
gasping, sighing, screaming

in pain
in orgasm
it all sounds the same
it all is the same
every moment
another moment’s twin
mirror reflected

And I’m flowing in it all
trying to understand
before it’s too late
before I expire
and start again

the search continuing
ending
repeating
revolving
new
old
dark
light
me
you
the moon
Her Majesty
and blood.