Its a time of whipped cream on everything.
A time in which my beautiful boy is singing
of his body and his soul.
Its the time when you can actually feel
the season in the desert.
A time for pulling up the last beets and
picking the snap peas before clearing.
Now is the time to know my mama is always doing the
best she can.
And its the time to love my forever changing
feelings and the curvy shape I reside within.
Its a time of softening, of forgiving.
A time of feminine magic.
A time of prowess to place my head in the mouth
of each demon offering me the opportunity to embody
my Goddess.
Now is the time to know the me I have been becoming.
And its perfect.
Being Human poetry
