calls in greeting with the bright full moon
dances in my blood with the flux of hormones
recognizes my fears and delights in them
throws back her head and laughs with glee
dashes from neuron to neuron in abandon
stops my heart with an iron grasp
catches my breath and won’t let it go
haunts every night with racing thoughts
creates possibilities out of mist
ebbs and flows throughout the months
curls in the pit of my stomach like a knotted rope
holds me prisoner within my mind
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Artwork from http://shepelavy.com/blog/
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Copyright 1999 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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