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*I left my passion on the window sill
the last time Lady Moon visited my room.
I do not remember when, my vision milked
as all the stars combed her hair…
but I know that a chill stabbed into my back,
as the pearls of my last tears,
salted my waxing cheeks,
one by one.
She, then…Moon Lady, stared at me.
For a second her singing melted my heart,
and all of a sudden she averted her eyes,
without anger….without words…
though in compassion..for my loss.
The stars suspended the air,
for no one ..could avoid the death that run.
I could not breath, because my fears,
could not touch the light not even the dark.
She was disguised as strange roses,
envious of the blossoming Earth.
And I painted them purple…
just to put the Sun on her face
She was like my mirror,
when blood wetted the cold surface,
and I used to kiss my own image,
on my lips…till the warmth shaped the glass.
So this time….Lady Moon knew of my passion,
lost in times of faded hidden stars…
and took my breath out of the reflection,
and formed a rose…tender and cushioned
lips for kissing and whispering sighs.
I was then…becoming her guest..
of fool nights of dreams,
turned into moon goddess,
from that moment she took my hand.
And my womb…barren and cold,
began to feel again the sap of Life.
She was my Mother,
a giant black seed…
in my rescue,
© Copyright Rosa Cobos 2010 . All rights reserved