New Moon
Will you come spiral a dance with me
without your shoes or dress
on the naked earth
with a smile and a blush
your only adornment
under the dark of the moon
or the lavender of twilight
gleaming highlights of stars
on the curve of your knees, hips, and breasts
while the lungs of summer exhale
its final breezy breaths
until the wheel has come full circle?
Will you surrender to the rhythm of night
embracing the cicadas and crickets
as the treble notes of the living dark
while the thumping of our feet on the dirt
rustle leaves like the skirts we puddled
at the edge of the clearing
where the last of the season’s fireflies
beg for a mate to relieve their lonely hearts
while we build momentum in the cooling air
wildly sacrificing modesty for our natural state of being.
Mare Martell 
Reblogged this on Mare Martell and commented:
Although Spring has arrived, the Green Lady has awakened, and the cool days are preparing the earth for the blazing sun, I am lifted in spirit. This reminds me of moving through the darkness to seek the light while acknowledging the feelings that get lost there or denied. I hope you enjoy this repost.
I can feel the breeze and the dance of moonbeams on the grass.
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