The Monthly Climax

The blood Moon rises,
full-breasted and aglow.
She stands tall and stares,
never once blinking.

Forever bound to Earth,
in a rhythmic dance,
with mesmerizing tides,
of longing and of sharing.

Pulsing, thrusting, needing,
until the monthly climax
brings forth the miracle
of her children's dreaming.

Reviews

[charlie]

Nice reading, Reginald. And a great picture to boot! Well done.

[Reginald Van Langenhove]

Thank you for the praise, Charlie. Hugs from a new friend!