Let me be with my sisters then,
and walk the 7 day moonpath,
bathe in the beauty of bloody femininity,
Mother I will listen,
Mother I will answer
and here only you
I will not take a lover these 7 days
nor a god cross my lips
with eternal promices of kiss,
for I am wholly yours at least once a month.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem