Her sacrifice

Someday, it would happen,
someday,
today;
from her bowels,
fertile fountain of youth,
scarlet nest of graceful fruit,
innocent cradle of innate hips
which buds life
a male babe as innocent as her sympathy,
frowning bitten lip, fracturing existence;
     even as her mother's womb that
          drew life kissed by a final breath.
A man's hand finds this wife's weakening
grasp: their radiating rings touch when
 
she falls asleep.
She falls asleep,
and his lips anoint her
while she's falling.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written Oct 25
 
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