(Dedicated to that very special woman)
_____by Monica R. Smith
I parted her between Heaven
And planted my hands in her Earth
Penetrated through her mantle to her core
Grab her soul in hand and throw it to Heaven to soar
Then reentered
Slightly disturbing her gravity but yet keeping her centered
Not wanting to disrupted her natural sediments
With bore acts of regiment
So there were multiple sensations
Creating moisture; preparing her land for spiritual cultivation
Harvesting seeds of love that will never be out born or out numbered
That can survive the coldest of winters and the hottest of summers.
And slowly the rain from her Heavens danced upon my lips
Thunder rolled from her mouth and vibrations rumbled through her hips.
Her seas did flood reaching the shore; creating her own horizon line
And there she lay between Heaven and Earth with no sense of time.
