As women, we hold the moon in our bellies.

Moon belly
Dark pocket of stars and craters
Suspended in my soul
I live there sometimes.

Moon belly
Soft, creamy pearl
Embedded in deep satin
My love is as tender.

Moon belly
Extraterrestrial bedrock
A fertile, barren desert
I can thrive without oxygen.

Moon belly
Cycles of light and circles of life
Orbiting reality
My body has no edges.

Moon belly
Enduring invisibility in the daylight
But I constellate the loneliness
With handfuls of the sequin confetti
Hidden on my dark side.

-cycles of tides and migration, moon cycles, seasons, time