lots of reasons
why
too many
why nots?
this love
burns
a hole the size of canada
deep pit of black gold,
nutritious soil of fertility and motion,
swirls this love into bee-ing.
stretching across my abdomen,
receding into a cavernous hole
the active womb of dark, nutritious earth
this love
screams
filled to bursting, pregnant, soul
cries to be brought unto this life
to be given form and expression
with complete surrender
and without martyrdom this love questions
have i such strength?
questioning ability
to offer
and then let go
trusting that
i too will be taken care of
just as i have taken such sweet, deep care
care bear knows
this is it.
