Reflection

I'm looking at the woman in the mirror.... I'm telling her she doesn't have to change.

When I look at her I see lines

Etched in the earth of her likeness

Marking the spaces of pathways traveled

and those which cannot be crossed.

I see the girl now turned woman who believed that fairy tales 

held possibility and cynicism (now her constant companion) 

had no place in this world.

When I gaze at her  I see slopes

Mounting and dipping across the canvas of her cheekbones

Caressing the terrain of her hips falling deep between her 

Thick expansive thighs.

When I sniff her I smell oceans of tears and sweat

Breaking the waves of experiences and filling the porous holes

To make her healed and whole, again.

When I taste her I ingest earth and all it's seeds and roots which have made

Her strong, flexible, grounded and unmoved.

When I listen to her I hear moans, thrust from her very soul a mix of ecstasy

and agonizing desire, for more than what she has gained so far.

And when I breathe her well.... I inhale

and she is Intoxicating.

I'm addicted.

I can't stop, her atmosphere supersedes oxygen and is lighter than helium.

The crispness of her air is biting and bodacious.

She is an elixir.

She... IS. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words.
"I can't stop, her atmosphere supersedes oxygen and is lighter than helium.
The crispness of her air is biting and bodacious.
She is an elixir."
The above lines were perfect. Create thoughts, place and nice vision. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote