with all the weight that holds the world
laying down upon my shoulders,
such sweet liberation in the simple touch
that shudders down both head and feet.

But then my luna, my bella luna,
sheds tears upon the floor in
cascading rivers of silver hue,
and the touch returns in this river of blue
instilling a brilliance, a sacred resilience,
sending shivers where our bodies meet.

the only maiden I dare let weep
as I bask beneath her glow, and sleep.