Fertility

I have a gift                 warmth
I have the pleasure of company
I ring for talking memories
as if the grass grows, lush and wild
in some other life

a vast, scented field
the pleasure of a new man’s body
waits in a distance only raptured by the mind

can you admit the honesty of your feelings
in naked words
embrace the honor of this feminine self
mix feelings
find solace in the human search for answers

let the bearers of children talk in
circles behind closed doors
close life. they initiate patterns in the rain
rapture themselves in fog-ridden nights
they are unyielding, like the plague of a familiar bed

one day, we will be alone, cold
touching ground on either side
life above body
memory above sky
the sacrifices of the woman still immortal
the Earth still full and ripe.

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About Kate Houck

Educator. Human. Poet. Seeking truth through experience.
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4 Responses to Fertility

  1. Tom Schultz says:

    Really like this one!

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