The words are there, but I can’t quiet my mind long enough to let one solitary thought step forward. I just keep holding my pen there, hoping the words find me, hoping the ink bleeds onto the paper, and it won’t be a Rorschach test or a Jackson Pollock painting again. 

Surrender

It’s so easy to surrender, 
to the moon.
To obediently 
pull my hair to the side,
lower my head, and 
plunge into the push and pull 
of magnetic energy; 
the heat 
of that luscious glowing kiss 
on my shoulders, 
goosebumps 
exposed
poised
in anticipation
Of,

Feeling the weight of all of my emotions,
Feeling the weight of all of my moon.

Black Lilith moon in Scorpio. 

The sting is dark, desirous and beautiful,

the Flower moon opens love up to a

karmic cleansing soul recognition.

I smile because my moon unfailingly shines on me and fills me with his presence and love. It’s so easy to surrender to my moon.