how it was born

This is the last love.
I felt it in my bones, the softness of the sky
It beat against my body
the wind and unborn love;
it birthed from me
as buddha from his mothers side

Somewhere the moths gleam in white light,
barefoot through the fields of purple clover
I have vowed to follow you always,
always, hair soft and long down my back.

In the stillness of a ripe sun, I remember
the sweet taste in my mouth,
how I became a woman in your body

Among the oceans that once kept us
silence lies in the spaces between
the places where i first felt the palm of your hand
it was unexpected, as a child it kicked below my heart,
I knew immeditely.

Of whiteness, a cry in the distance
the edges of the cliffs are steep,
lined with hibiscus and mountain lions,
love, it is a long way down.

But I know, as my mother
perched in the brances above
all wisdom and thought
beyond all stillness of earth and sky,
the child will have red hair.

I love you
as the moon above lights the path
upon which we rode bareback
and I can not go back.