Poetry from Nova Martin – America's favorite transwoman feminist lesbian druidess poet
It is a circle here.
Star Fawnus.
Two stars circling around
each other.
A solar system beyond them.
All that comes into the circle
is mineral and ghost,
and ghosts are everlasting.
Rocky hills.
Smells of brushy oak.
The burned tallgrasses.
Clouds sundancing
and night holding onto rain.
It is everlasting here,
where we have lost love.
I loved the moon last night
how I love you
Tracing curves
Trailing trails
It caused something deep in my heart
casting light
across
oak trees and prairies
something profound and proliferous
for glass creatures below
Its warm lit glow
reminding my neurons
the power in
I love you
and what belongs in a dominion
of breath
It moved tallgrass
sang wind-songs
Spread translucence
much greater than itself
It became love in the sky
there before
my pained, mortal eye
Its heavenly voyage made you be
the homestead of my earth
Yea though it created a moment in time
in space
an era of life verily unto thee
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