My monthly cycle orbits the moon,
in a state of deep devotion and love.
It comes close to the fullness and beatitude, bleeding with the light,
then moves farther and further,
crying silently in the dark, a few months later.
Is it about lost opportunity, dead possibilities?
Or new beginnings, unfamiliar destinations?
It is caught in a divine dance,
it is not fickle-minded at all
it is its own little moon
white, red and dark maroon
shining its light inside me.