2000-10-02 - 22:18:02
HER BIRTH
When your womb is ripe and your breasts are filled with milk,
The smile on you face will tell of bracelets made from silk.
With passions locked within your heart and as joys caress your soul,
The child growing deep within will say our names as one.
When first we fell in love that day, our voices not yet heard,
The subtle choices we made at night, with each an every word.
As we grew closer and longed for each other’s embrace,
I took such comfort in the beauty I saw there in your face.
I dream of you and you of I, and of all the future nights,
And the day our blonde, blue-eyed child smiled,
And she calls us to her side, her outstretched arms, and our purest pride.
To work towards that is my greatest day, and with you I will stay.
No other thought carries more weight, not purpose to be alive
As I long for our wedding date in Tuscany fields, so far away.
My love, my heart goes with you this day, and guides you from afar.
I am well aware of your beauties and flaws, and see only heaven’s star.
Your voice sings out, and I lift my head, my spade into the earth I jab.
And gaze toward the Southern wind with your scent drifting toward the northern lights
And that certain lad. Can he see thee as I do, or will he turn away?
When I did give him my command, and he choose to obey.
I seek you on every level walk, and on every level talk.
The future comes straight toward us ever more closer, and more intimate she approaches –
Touching us with her silken robes and dazzle-light strobes.
She beckons us to follow our dream with her.
And so we must for a love like this has never been before… and will never be again.
I lay my head upon your swollen belle and listen for her life within.
I talk my voice to her, and through her I whisper your name.
Caressing your temple of life still with its fullest sexuality, I grow excited by this beauty too.
In your Motherhood I see all the children of the world as one nursery
And the rhythm of time captures me and carries me with you.
Full breasts so lovely to touch and caress with thy milk I do hold on;
To nourish my unborn children with -- Elizabeth and Jon.
