Red Goddess Rising
A poem by Julia R. DeStefano
Red Goddess Rising
There is a boy who knows me.
My moods, my faces, my eyes.
That shift from dark to light and back again,
the clouds that come over this red goddess,
the emerging tigress,
and every woman in between.
Over and under and inside.
Far deeper than I’ve let anyone get.
A ritual almost sacred.
There is a boy who loves and lusts
and quests and appreciates
but above all, accepts.
And with him, I feel like a wind-up toy that knows no end.
Because life is everything that is good
when I’m in his arms.
As I ache to unravel the universe thread-by-thread.
Mystery by mystery.
Like — what is love,
and why do we say fall in love when it’s more of a rise?
Or — why must the way feel so elusive
when it’s already been found?
And the biggest one of all.
Are you there, God? It’s me, Julia.
Can you throw down a miracle?
© Julia R. DeStefano
