Moon under water, reflections shimmer
Celestial things lie beneath the surface.
The water in my blood an open sea,
shifting in the breeze,
shimmers like moonlight on ocean shores,
Are you underwater moon?
As you creep along the horizon,
are you drowning or submerging into the
depths of the underworld as my brilliant
feminine essence chooses to hide in the
undercurrent of my wavering neurosis.
I know, however, that you are not underwater
as it seems,
for the earth is round, and you are just making sure
every being gets to bask in your beams,
We are all luminescent.
I wonder if your face ages like mine will
If I am still primal enough to thrown into cyclic
dances at your radiant and rhythmic will
Thinking you are under the water
the moving one, thinking we are still
when it is us who move
and can be moved
by the moon under water.