Twin Crescent

I face Myself,

mirroring, reversed,

arms aching, arching, empty.

(This is all rehearsed!)

Sometimes I reach for light,

sometimes for dark.

I yearn to grow;

I learn to disappear.

I Am always waiting, glimmering, to follow,

uniting opposites,

beckoning, becoming,

fertile, hollow,

pregnant, fallow,

flowing breasts incomplete.

With open arms I embrace

My unknown quest.

Reach out to touch, encounter Me,

My incandescent poles

circuit of gynergy!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018