To exit the gates of the physical realms into the metaphysical the ether of creation maybe starts with that first pull, need to be filled, birthing what longs to be suckled and nursed.
Once I saw a young couple sitting together on a park bench, the sun was shining and warm and life was buzzing all around them and yet they did not notice. He was laying on the bench with his head on her breast, she gazing down and so gently stroking his face and forehead almost a scene to intimate to watch. Something inside of me knows this place of tenderness. It is not the biological need to copulate kind of love it is the kind a mother feeds her child. To create is erotic, tender and fierce a women's way is though the 5th essence.
Prompt from Stanley Kunitz A Wild Braid
Writers Writing Group 4/5/17 Lafayette LA
Once I saw a young couple sitting together on a park bench, the sun was shining and warm and life was buzzing all around them and yet they did not notice. He was laying on the bench with his head on her breast, she gazing down and so gently stroking his face and forehead almost a scene to intimate to watch. Something inside of me knows this place of tenderness. It is not the biological need to copulate kind of love it is the kind a mother feeds her child. To create is erotic, tender and fierce a women's way is though the 5th essence.
Prompt from Stanley Kunitz A Wild Braid
Writers Writing Group 4/5/17 Lafayette LA
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