kiddush levana/blessing the young moon

again
you are becoming 
before me
flaunting the hot flush 
of your love affair with change
across the blushing curl of your swelling center

again
you are daring me to strip down to my wild beginnings 
to shred each knotted and matted cloth pinning back the long tresses of my wild inheritance 

again
I am bending my crown to the earth 
the down pour of moonlight 
peeling tears from my tired eyes
my wet cheeks washed in the code of surrender

again
I am on my knees
the warm puddles of your promises
soaking up to my thighs

again
I am praying you will
show me the way to your dwelling 
in revolutions of living 

as many times as it takes
for my trembling limbs
to remember
themselves