Deep Inside This Woman

Into mirrors brown eyes fall,

nourishing the womanhood

that is my religion.

Among chestnut...Silver strands lie

heralding out lighthouse beacons

That carve my age.

Blush of lips carefully applied

with feminine gestures.

Soft strokes that leave hard color.

Fingertips find my throat.

First the bottom , spooning in a notch.

Then upward one catch at a time, to that fragile pool beneath my chin.

Under powder blue silk I retreat,

longing for love to find it's way beside me...

valleys of invitation that rock

with heat....

baked spaces that feel

like the world's first day

when rainwater dropped on lava.

And I lie, taking lifetimes to

realize, that the beating heart

next to me is evolving....

to the tangible, from the imagi