It is the yearning hunger, of the reaching out to you
To cry in anguished longing
You - - - only you, Mother!
... How short our stay together ...
At thoughts of our parting, the swelling ache begins
How, how can I leave!
Yet I must - - - it is so.
Will you miss just one of your children?
You have nurtured, held me, given wonders to behold
How green your emerald tresses
How softly blue your billowed eyes
Have I not felt their tears
Falling softly upon my being?
With cooling breath, you kiss my nakedness
As I stand in smallness, gazing upwards
Following your steepled, purple splendor
Your breasts of fullness
That flow with milk in the thawing.
Behold - - - The curves of your belly
The shadowed valleys and crevices of your folds
Stretching and narrowing beyond myself.
Your gentle swaying vestal girth
Cups spraying seas - - - your bounded fluidness.
Into your flowered lap, I bury my child face.
Your scented loins, moist, pores wide-open
... wait ...
To receive or give the bounties of love.
Warm tears fall in sorrow
Soon - - - I will leave the surface of your smile
My shell returning into your womb will melt away
Into the dark of your embrace.
And all, ALL that I AM, will hold your being tightly
As I soar away - - - away to another......