14/05/2026
My Womanhood.
Cloaked in lavish velvet, I wear her.
Brimming change in passage.
The budding, the blooming, the blossoming, the drying and the dying-
The grace of change, she wears me.
I know the soil in the forest, I taste the decay,
The seeking seed, the prayer for light.
I hear the peeping stars that call us forth and
The pleasure that binds all together cannot be forgotten.
The cycling, the searing, the ring of fire, the surrender, the blood, the blessing, the milk they drank from my breast.
The crying. Them and me.Â
Love woven at my fingertips, the delicate threads dancing, dancing, falling, dying.
The plunge of women.
Deeper and deeper.
To the dark, to the nothing, to arousal, to the quiet, to everything, to the beat, to the beat....
To the throb, to holding love in arms for an unknown amount of time.Â
My Womanhood.
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