Union - flipside B - Barbara LM Handley

Union

In a dreamy morning I lay with you
in the cattails beyond the pond.
Sweat racing over your breasts and on to
my skin, you caught me between your thighs.
And the child you bore wears the colors in my eyes,
though you trapped me with the agates of your gaze.
Like her mother she walks in the halo of her smiles,
and dances in the mysteries of her ways.

You painted me with the stains of your touch
and the restlessness of your pathways.
Filled me with myriad lights of your stars,
and, for me, traced the key to your maze.
We threw ourselves open, lost the spaces between,
murdered our uniqueness in the clasp of joy too free.
Witnessed Megan's birth, the union of our bond,
closer than skin to skin, a bond of we.

She beholds all she sees, transforms it within her sight.
Goddess of the storm, keeper of the night.
Megan, our daughter floats in the cloak of her hair.
Steps in grace, in tandem with the motion of the air.

She captures with the magic in her eyes;
binds her lover with strength of mind.
In the dancing shadows of her glance hides
A beacon; child of the twilight skies.
In the August of my years, I lie upon your grave;
clench my fingers in the sand which keeps you warm.
If I touched your hand, you would draw me to your side,
and I'd force the spring of life to unwind.

Megan, our daughter, floats in the cloak of her hair.
Steps in grace, in tandem with the motion of the air.
She beholds all she sees, transforms it within her sight.
Goddess of the storm, keeper of the night.

1990

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