by Jennifer Lothrigel
Who was holding who?
The moon rested her curved backside
atop my crown.
I became a vortex of visions,
and fertile femininity.
The night was dark and
the wind howled around me,
sonically inviting my
body to awaken.
I felt the tug of sea creatures
with their claws
pinching my legs.
My sheer green nightgown
glowing as it blew
reaching toward the deep black sky.
I was torn between
two strange invitations.
One, to wash away my sins
and one to dive into them
and free their pearls.
She had an old soul in
a sturdy time tested
Her Spirit already had one foot
through the door of the transcendent ethers.
Her skin had long ago began its relaxing descent to the earth.
large, ocean, deep, green, round.
Her silvery long hair pulled back from her face.
She asked if she could dance my psychic portrait.
I said yes
and the oracle slipped into her body.
Her hands quickly opened their palms to each side of her face,
her eyes and mouth opened wide in child-like awe,
Her neck reached out and forward
as if to discover herself in the world before her
with no mind to her intrusive wonder.
Random startling movements shook her body,
interrupting otherwise slow and graceful undulations.
The ecstasy of my spirit’s life story moved inside her.
Free now from my ego
in her elderly body temple,
I watched my naked soul
through the cherished cosmic third dimension.
Jennifer Lothrigel is a poet and artist residing in the San Francisco Bay area. Her work has been published in Trivia – Voices of Feminism, Narrative Northeast, Poetry Quarterly, Firefly Magazine, Cordella Magazine, We’ Moon and elsewhere.