Lying in bed I almost mistake
Good health for youth
Moonlight on the floor
For memories of your skin
Looking up I see the cold light
For what it is, birthplace
Source, cool strength
Like your body that carried me
Across centuries, and galaxies
Until I could no longer move
But incarnate in software
Looking down, I see only home
The pregnant belly of your
Voluptuous fertility, happiness
Of forms, in their dreams of tomorrow
The floor before my bed is bright
Not like your eyes, but while
I watch the moon, I remember you
Mother, wife, friend, daughter
That I could relive my entire life
In the eyes of the women I loved.
One of the most beautiful celebrations of femininity…ever in the power of words. Thanking you with the hearts of all women: seen and unseen.
Thanks for saying that, my life would be pretty empty without them and that spirit that connects humanity, generations and celebrates, empowers and enobles life.
Truly Beautiful…Thank You 🙂
Very beautiful. She is a lucky Muse whoever she may be.
Awesome… the part about mother, wife, friend, daughter, blew my mind
Thanks 🙂 I recognize I write mostly for women. I’m sure 80% of my audience are women as my social circle.
That makes you the guy women dream about. Not necessarily the guy you are…