moon water


The moon submerged in rippled waters.

I await its rising.

The waxing longs for the sun.

Shadows remember long ago cycles

        in times when they cast upon naked brown bodies.

It rises so we may sleep.

        It rises.

Moon water drips into the carmine sea.

The blood of mother flows from her womb.

© zaji, 2016

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