I was one who held her flesh with palms
scaling the roses of Sunday
to mold each part of her
into a resurrected whole
of the first woman born again
to feel my life’s immersion
breathe into her neck’s pureness
the fabled image female flux impassioned
so I could see the mother I extolled there,
in seeping light from chiaroscuro beyond
all outstretched slavering need
pooled into the human vortex
before the first crusader came
to torture all cave dwellers
into loving a cross of bones
“Dr.” Sana R. Mitchell, Ed.D
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