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            Your tears pool
in my last physical
scar
the only testament            
of life-link to
mother's womb.            

Confessions murmured
into soft skin
Vaguely Oedipal                
until Arousal
                        arises.

Salt and saliva
            trickle down
mon pubis                
as I moan
to your tongue
            the only God
that speaks languages deep:
thrusts
converses with the flow
of womanhood,
desire
sharp with pungent fire

You writhe
impatient I
persuade            
Continue ......
......then I thank
                You gasp for breathe,
nothing left
weep,
huddled in white sheets

I gather the tears
that have collected
trace wet,                            
invisible chains:
I, mother, lover,
                        bind your body
to mine.

Melissa Benner