They despise her

for their desire that builds

for their emptiness that follows

What will they do with pieces of withering flesh

dry memories of tears

Divorced from life it becomes dust

Their redemption is not her concern

In the blue light of night

Moonflower vines through her veins

Loving her back to wholeness

She knows what she knows

"They despise and still she grows"

She whispers the message on mourning dove wings

Spirit bubbling up from her belly

She erupts in wild laughter

Pouring life back into her cells

To the earth

Nourishing roots to reach her

Sisters of the moon

Their redemption is her concern