Independence strongly implanted
in my fecund mind
Poured in there like honey from my
Mother whose efficacy shines
Reality did cleave the paternal
from me
Leaving my destiny of a triad free
The concept of a triangle broken
My rebirth like a luminous flower
pulled from the primal ooze
of the cauldron of life
Lets me dance to the flutes
and turn my face
to the light
Her wrinkled hands crushed
the soft velvet cloth to her
flesh
How she would yearn
for her lovers touch
That forbidden flame turning
to dust all those years ago
How she missed the dark,
delicate, caress of the
fingertips that used to
trace her tender lips
Whispered memories of
virtue ruin
Frolic on the field of
her beliefs
Leaving her
Baptized in fate.
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