I hope the supple touch Of all the women I have ever loved Cascades like rain Over every inch of this Earth’s terrain Let the sunrise kiss from her crescent lips Chase away the nights gangly grip Turning barren fields To blooming bastions Of roots and seeds, nurtured into The smile underneath a weeping willow tree Raise the bones of change From their dusty graves of grief Discard your flesh and, Bare to me only what lies beneath
A woman's touch can ignite life back into blackened ash and dust.