god women

These women are gods.

These women are gods,

Carrying seeds abandoned by men with hot blood and cheap hearts in stolen moments with fleeting trust.

These women are gods,

making sanctuaries of themselves for the greenest morsels of chagrined men fleeing like runaway slaves from self.

These women are gods,

offering their ocean to the seamen, that the returning tides may wash them ashore.

(9 mouths these women make) a house of flesh, bone & blood cemented with a love mortar well textured in morsels of sweat squeezed from iron veins and broken backs that rain the seeds to blossom.

God is in the rain, in the amniotic tides through shared heart bits and breath she gods her cherub, allays her when she stirs, a god she peace be stills the storms her child sniffs on the wind.

These women are gods,

watering their prayers with a thousand tears for a bumper harvest for Gods ears, Lord father the unborn these sons of Adam won't.

These women are gods,

well acquainted with dawn and dusk yet exchange spurious salutations with sleep

their swink knows no hour like statues that are never out of pose

i swear these women are gods.

These women are gods,

Knights not in shinning amour, but dull and dusty valour,

drape hues of blue like they were purple

I swear they have eight ventricle-d hearts the way they toil with such grace, wear sweat like accolades of sorts, like dusk does the crimson whiffs of sun.

These women are gods,

their sweat like morning dew natures the green of their offspring's.

These women are gods,

walk on mountain summits like valley meadows, picking syllables for their children's lullaby's.

These women are gods.

(To KSL & all the women out there, you are loved and cherished.)

nashe chokureva .

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