Artemis’s Chastity

Moon

She danced
among the tree’s silent shadow.
Her naked body twisted,
contorted in rapture.

This feral child,
whose soul
you’ve longed to touch.
Who wandered,
not lost,
under the glorious moon.

She bathed
in the river
while you turned away
with flushed, rosy cheeks.

You beheld
the wilderness within her.
The branches reached out
like dirty fingers
to scratch against her tender flesh.

She gasped
to catch her breath.
and knelt in fury
to the forest.

She pleaded,
for her only desire,
to howl
among the wolves.

 

By Jo Resner

 

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