They lie across my lower abdomen like the Ganges Delta, silver in the sunlight, soft as whispers. Very special skin. From the source upwards, like the flames of the fire for the pheonix, ready for rebirth.
I lie naked on the beach absorbing the rays, lulled by the continious thunder as waves crash onto the long stretch of sand. My mind drifts to these marks that will not tan. I remember the love that brought them there and the first-born son.
His first dark blue wonder-full look,so unconditional – and now the silence of painful separation. I pushed him out of my body once. Later I pushed him out of my life. A pain much greater, to let him go, to let him grow.