Compelling like magnets
Pull thrusting scandals
Thighs chocking in comfort
Ouch I like it – I do
Come cool now drool wipe me off
With fiddle bending hands
Do you like this – do you
My metaphors that is
A grin to those who read this
Tapestries wiskering me glee
Truth is I’am like scorpion governing this ecstasy
Pure leaps spiraling tugging straight and for your chest
Daily Archives: May 10, 2012
Live Free with Wind and Love
Between these numbers
Words unceasing words
Ever so graceful words
Transporting my limbs
To bloom centered and awake
Alive I feel so alive it hurts with good
Fertility
Shinning concern more personal
Particles rehearsing joys
Without attention oven glowing organs
Ink wetting botanical hearts
They settled o’ they settled
High settling wombs with love
Come child crawl behind me
Wagons mothering loyal blood
Embryos teething to see stars
Cementing boned vessel perfection
Babies finger printing tomorrows
For the loveliness between sheets beautifully beating fabrics
This poem is dedicated to my one and only sister, who is carrying her first child. Our gender is ancient and kindness is the desperate sweet woman picking up the pieces. Rejoice politely celebrating the sensitivity that goes beyond the motherly titles. .
