You Are Not Dirty

You are not dirty
You are wild and of the moon
And tides.
You are not dirty
You are the prophet whose sight
Is clear and true
You are not dirty
You are the life-giver who descends
Into darkness each month.
You are not dirty
You are the sexual ecstasy
That is for your own pleasure
Not procreation.
You are not dirty
You are the snake who sheds her skin
The phoenix who rises again.
You are not dirty
You are the the ties that bind
Him to you
As he enters the endlessness
Of the feminine night.
You are not dirty
You are the primal scent
Of a baby's first cry
And a mother's love.
You are not dirty
You are the river that flows
From the Isle of Apples.
You are not dirty
You are the priestess shedding
The karma of your family.
You are not dirty
You are the heavy womb
Of the world
And you ache and bleed
And make new again.

-Jenny Wren