Remembering your limbs
wet with fluids from my body
slipping against my thighs
your hair plastered to your head
in cornicopias and curls of moisture
leaving wet notes on my chest
your wail only a courtesy
attesting to your life
subsiding into a silence
your pink lips
latching onto my breast
taking in your first meal
in tugs and sighs
your life still reserved
by my body
Still
I long to feel you at my breast
I cannot forget the feeling of your
warmth against my thighs
reminding me that I am so much more
than just sex
even my vagina and
especially my womb
were so perfectly designed
by a 'man' God
For now I taste you
your smell still holding
the residue of your creation by Him
you who was in the presence of God
so much more recently than all of us.
