Love, Now

In BeLoved relationship
now –

menopausal,
modern elder,
refined lines,
silvered hair.

More touch craved.
Intimacy curated.
Explorations of re-membered Souls.
Wanderings taken through dilated minds
and in bodies made soft, delicate
by the passage of time.
With gentle intentionality,
fierce penetration
catharsis
synchronization
of Hearts broken wide open repeatedly.

Conversations – rich, infinite, deep
while the wondrous sea
teases our entangled feet.

Meandering walks in The Untamed Woods,
silently communicating
as Kindreds are wont to do.

Nourished by
succulent food,
mystical tonics,
wild-crafted wines,
quiet evenings spent 
luxuriously entwined 
in sheer awe of The Big Sky.

A taste of Blessed Divinity at play:
you were always coming my way,
and I
preparing for you, 
my wildest dreams
come true.

Marie’s Lamentation

The Mother gave birth
To three daughters
None of whom
Would ever bore another.

Two of the daughters –
The eldest and the youngest
No longer carry their uterus.

Two surgeries-
The one, reluctant to wake from Anesthesia’s deep slumber.
The other, she almost did not recover.

The only daughter with all organs intact,
Chose to walk a childless path.

The Mother
is sad
heartbroken
grief-ridden.
Blaming herself
for the end of the family line.
No legacy, only perceived decline.
Why”” she asks, wailing at her Fate.
Did I
in Life
make a horrendous mistake?”