“The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.”
“The waning crescent Moon and her Goddess rose in the inky midnight sky.. ♀”
“An infinite Resignedness Rains where the white Mists opalesce In the moon-shower...”
“and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.”
“I flush,and my inner goddess grabs a rose between her teeth and starts to tango.”
“Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.”