Women

Mother,

wellspring of my emotions

indelible imprint upon the

architecture of my

most intimate feelings.

Softness of her obliging spirit,

                        caressing warmth of her embrace

as she nurtured my infant heart,

as she enshrouded me with love,

as she planted the soul of desire

into my new born heart.

Women,

mirror to hidden parts of me

reflecting back and

shaping the degree of my affection.

Women,

teaching me

through the softness of a touch,

a simple caress,

a smile powerful enough to smooth

the most hardened surface,

a look that can pry open the

gateway to the soul.

Women,

propelling me into the

wondrous realm of surrender

to passion’s fleeting and eternal magic.

Women,

bringing me full-circle

back to mother,

bearer of life and

originator of the future.