“Do you remember?”
My Womb whispers softly under my skin
Tales of a moonlit ocean and secret meetings of a Priestess sisterhood
Images of a woman being burned as her loved ones watch from far away
“Do you remember?”
My Womb speaks louder now
The feeling of the wind on my bare chest, sunlight on my heart
The taste of my blood on my lover’s lips
“Do you remember?”
My Womb is screaming out to me
A dance choreographed by the curves of my hips
A dull aching before I sleep and blood when I wake up
“Do you remember?”
My Womb claws her way to my heart
Tears overflowing into the tide
Isolation and exile, this feminine rawness I feel is not safe
“Do you remember?”
A drum beats fast and it sounds like my heart
Pills I took for years stay unopened in my suitcase
“Do you remember?”
My Womb is a lump in my throat
I try to speak in words my old self would recognize and it doesn’t work
She starts to sing again
“Do you remember?”
My Womb kisses my eyelids
I see deep dark nothingness and starry skies
I travel to the center of the universe and end up back in my body, back in my Womb
“Do you remember?”
My Womb calls out to me in the sweetest voice
She takes my hand and we walk together through her seasons
Her wisdom comes to me in dreams and quiet moments as I sit on the Earth
“Do you remember?”
My Womb kisses my forehead
She spreads pink light over my body with her love
My yoni pluses in remembrance and ancient pleasure
“Do you remember?”
My Womb wisdom emerges from the top of my head
The most exquisite crown I have ever seen
“Do you remember now?”
“Yes.”