By, Sandra Monday
Your shoulders are striking;
Pastel slender ensconced in deep red velvet.
Light streams in the high window
Where pink azaleas sit in a beer mug .
Your aroma, earthy yet flowery at once assails me.
To my left a porcelain babe curls into my milk filled breast
Her ebony eyelashes fluttering like a Cupie doll’s.
I kiss each orange freckle on your back.
While the fetus turns in my womb like an afterthought.
A hard piece of fruit presses from me into
Your lumbar; as if to touch its father, a live wire, a power source;
Hooking itself into your spine.
At our feet a black cat with relaxed yellow eyes
Rumbles; as an old 1980’s Buick Cadillac warming on a frosty morning.
Outside are the faint sounds of mallards quacking and splashing
While the pointy billed Ibis search for insects
And I muse to myself
Never did I dream that such a little slice of heaven
Could ever be here on Earth,
In my lifetime,
And I am simply, inexorably, unabashedly , completely
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