Untitled #31 [For a Mother]

there is a vast and sacred sea,
where dark honeyed waters flow.
slow like lapping gentle wanting,
kissing where the blossoms grow.
and I know.

I have seen the stars on her eyes,
rippled softly and dancing there,
when the moon calls her lusting,
and my scepter moves her waves.

I have stood on the shores of all and nothing,
felt breezes rich with her brine.
tasted the sweet salts of her aching,
and from that jeweled cup, did I drink her wine.

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