The moon’s light shines
through the crack in my curtains,
falling on my face.
I awaken.
I feel Her power,
calling me back:
Get up. Get up.
Come dance with me;
the night is warm
The priestess blood within me
runs slow.
Another time, another night.
I turn away,
block out her light.
But in my dreams,
I dance.

[Gerri Leen lives in Northern Virginia and originally hails from Seattle.  She is pleased to appear in Eternal Haunted Summer again.  She has a collection of short stories, Life Without Crows, out from Hadley Rille Books, and stories and poems published in such places as: She Nailed a Stake Through His Head, Sword and Sorceress XXIII, Dia de los Muertos, Return to Luna, Sniplits, Triangulation: Dark Glass, Sails & Sorcery, and Paper Crow.  She also is editing an anthology of speculative fiction and poetry from Hadley Rille Books that will benefit homeless animals.  Visit http://www.gerrileen.com to see what else she’s been up to.]