< sleeping with the moon > (in honor of our full bright moon)

[rayheinrich]

                                        < sleeping with the moon >
                                       
                                        i'm in my ninth month
                                        and my belly
                                        is doing a good imitation of a melon
                                       
                                        i've known since the sonogram
                                        that i was pregnant with the moon
                                        and now
                                        i turn out the lights at night
                                        and watch it's glow
                                        and imagine the delivery
                                        spreading my legs
                                        a beam of soft light
                                        shining from me
                                       
                                        it happened last summer
                                        all those nights on the roof
                                        sleeping under the stars
                                        and yes
                                        it's true
                                        sleeping with the moon
                                       
                                                        - - -




Image: "Immaculate Conception" - NASA Hubble Telescope photo chopped, cropped, flopped, and photoshopped

Leanne: This is a diary, not a poem.



Free-Ranging Venerated, Creative Responses Deified

[ChristopherSea]

Ha ha. I often see the moon as a woman's bottom beneath the black glitter skirt of midnight. Pregnant with the moon is a metaphor that clearly works under the guidance of your pen as well Ray.

Mooning you back :

Autumn Ardor

(_i_)
Full moon,
ripe and ample,
autumn’s amber allure,
bare beneath black skirt of midnight.
She struts firmament’s stage to arouse tides
and incite passion’s fervent tongue.
I kneel to harvest the
bounty of her
full moon.
(_i_)

[rayheinrich]

Ha ha. I often see the moon as a woman's bottom beneath the black glitter skirt of midnight.

"I often see" - only a visual artist could conceive that glitter-skirted woman's bottom.

But having done it, your creation could indeed infect others (e.g. me).
I may never be able to look at the moon again without being mooned
by the goddess. But that isn't that bad, actually quite good.

What would send me looking for a gun to blow out my brain would be
the nightmarish torment caused by the depraved visage of Billy's arse.
Oh, now I've done it, argggggggggggggggggg!

[b]Autumn Ardor

(_i_)
Full moon,
ripe and ample,
autumn’s amber allure,
bare beneath black skirt of midnight.
She struts firmament’s stage to arouse tides
and incite passion’s fervent tongue.
I kneel to harvest the
bounty of her
full moon.
(_i_)

"I kneel to harvest the bounty of her full moon."
love this

[ChristopherSea]

Oh dear god, you got me! Feeling ill now...