An elderly woman stands Naked before me Childbirth, wisdom and years Have painted times story Through her skin and hair. Grace and confidence Position her posture. Air on skin sings a forgotten song She is rounded and soft, Too much so…some would say, But her eyes smile with Her own compassion. She knows this body, Loves this body, For all it has done for her. Her mysteries are deep And infinite. There have been pleasures found In the heat of her embrace. She has felt joy and sorrow Through every cell Of her friendly body She loved this life All of it…even the heartache. With a smile I turn away From a reflected winter canvas I suppose I don’t mind The shades of greying, As long as I’m still here To lament them.
His luminescence flows through Featherlight fault bars in my spirit His stardust repairs me With innocent illuminations. I am no longer flightless Stuck in a background Of fallen skies For he showed me stars Can only shine bright In the beauty of the dark
You started as a droplet inside a shell, Warm, languid, liquid. Now that safe harbour, Has turned you into a sea. To create you, every wonderful thing I’ve thought, Every ray of light I’ve ever seen, Was harnessed in that single drop. To nourish…to divide, Cell by cell Pouring forward from me, Toward my ultimate worth. I didn’t know it, But until that point, My world had been flat. You helped me peek over the edge, We looked into an unfolding universe, Then you jumped with me! A galaxy of light and giggles Radiated through me, To get to you. Spirit and Soul, Light and Hope. You are so much more Than an extension Of my heart or limb. I am, because of you. You are, because of me. Forever bundled in love, I get to be your Mother.
Everyone has a sweet spot, It’s the thing we look forward to, Something that fires our passions, And lifts us when we’re blue. For some it’s a secret pleasure, Or a brush with a taboo, For me it’s a brush with pure beauty, For my sweet spot is always you.