I want to dance naked by the light of a full blue moon
        at the witching hour when cauldrons boil red and hot
and bare breasts are swollen full with milk
                for new life visiting from the old world

Cries of sadness as the child exits the womb
        She is back
                back to this place that has forgotten itself and her

To this place that she’d left
        Where witches were shunned and
                full moons watched clothed
        Defiled by our lost memories

Infant cries reject reincarnation
        Mother’s cries tell the story of pain
                and other lives that remembered blue moons

And naked dances between sisters and men
        Love pure
                Love that knows that naked
                        was how we exited the womb

© zaji, 2016