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.
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