slaves to the cycles of the moon
dizzy as fire water
cold as snow
hot as adrenaline pumped thighs, escaping spanish bulls
yanked apart just as easily
forever and never. they will always be.
jealous…insecure…drama kings and queens prancing across life’s stage
mixture of pure joy.
The laughs and smiles
the sighs and fights
but it’s really all bottled in the way she cries
the sudden, salty, and sweet.
the only way to get the crazy out.
the only way to sustain without burning out.
will help us keep warm
even feed you, but won’t
let us live
if we let it live too long.
I love the sketch accompanying the word! Fabulous “slaves to the cycles of the moon” Bravo.
Thanks for sharing!