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Moon Milk

by Elani Spencer

we drink moon milk at dawn

creamy goodness pooling in the soft fabric of the universe

It dribbles down our chin, tasting of tomorrow sweet

like midnight drives, goodnight kisses, bedtime stories

I remember the one my grandmother always read

the one about the girl who could fly

like nightingales through the silhouettes

of magnolias and redwoods

delivering herself from oppression

Back then, I didn’t think there was anything to escape

besides the car-cashing moon

but now I pray for wings, for feathers,

the soft blush of twilight on the horizon

I spread my arms open wide and wait

hoping the milk will bless my body

feel the cosmic pull of the divine

in my chest

Finally, we reach out

to pull back the curtain of starry sky

to find ourselves on the other side

preparing to take the stage

a poem, metaphors aglow,

words like scripture

delivering us just the same