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Wednesday, December 05, 2012

Rain cloud Mother


I felt it the moment
I let you go
bursting my birth sac

and you rushing headlong
to meet that other mother
that steadfast one

singing as you fell
black-slapping
racing each other

like little sperms intent
on meeting those seeds
waiting for your embrace

that sweetness of release
for I, the surrogate
had only held you for her

~~~

(written for the Bentlily prompt - Rain -from the perspective of the clouds)