Sticky molasses…

 

I went from longing to antenatal classes         

This was after a period of exquisite lust

We never made the bed. Never learnt or found time to adjust.

It was love making, dawn to dust; sticky molasses.

 

But now my sweet honey. It’s time for holy, motherhood.

I’m too tired for your loving, copulation…

I need reassurance, I feel gross, misunderstood.

I now need a man not a boy or a freshman.

 

I went from longing, from a girl to womanhood.

By the grace of god, I now have to be more mature - robust.

I gave up my maidenhood, now isn’t the time " falsehood!

I’m ready to burst with real love, I’m ready to combust.

 

I went from longing to a new true sacrificial…

Echo of who I was, were to be a new you and me.

What’s artifice can no longer be superficial…

"Together in a short while, we’ll both share a family tree"

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

WOW, this is one of your best, Mark...writtten from the perspective of the woman during pregnancy. The emotions are expressed so beautifully. Yes, things do change drastically when it is no longer a man and a woman fulfilling carnal desires, but a mother and a father creating new life. Bravo! Lydi**

[Mark Heathcote]

Thanks Lydi your thoughts my dear friend are much appreciated. :)