me, her moon-lit face
glowing in the faint light
of a winter's day
A goddess incarnate. Made
even more radiant by the
fullness of her belly and the
second heart that beat
inside her
One could not mistake
her for feeble at her worst.
Divinity, she told me tales
about fate and choppers,
about love and kinship
Like an apparition from
the heart of the mountains
of Kenya, born
of a hundred generations of
strong, unbendable women,
she came to me as my saviour
and graced me with the
light touch of her
chi
She is woman
She is what
I strive to be
I kissed her feet
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