Unconventional Love Sonnet #1
I had forgotten the moon, the monthly
cycle scented by oceans and blood,
the cramping pain of fertility and
the sloughing of unneeded cells.
I had forgotten the rituals of evening,
potions and elixirs applied to skin,
and the warm being in bed beside me
as I drift away into other realms.
All these mysteries and more, forgotten
but now reclaimed, embodied by the woman
whose smile tickles my awakening.
Beneath the surface of shared moments
run rivers deeper than any language,
a liquid intimacy beyond the hands of time.
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