6:23 AM
And my Sun crests over a mountain of blue cloth
Like a crimson dawn
Bloodied and beautiful

Many say I’m the one who’s created life
Yet, you have given me mine
A goddess of vitality, they said
But I was no deity
Only a ghost of a woman before I knew you, wispy and worn

What a staggering achievement of mine
To have produced physical perfection
Painted the deep brown of your chocolate eyes
Embroidered every stitch at the seams of your limbs
Wrote the curve of your cheek as you slept peacefully against my breast
Designed your every inch from the blank canvas of my womb

I am but a humbled artist
And you, my greatest masterpiece
I thought, perhaps, I had loved before
But you have taken the breath directly from my heart
And I am entirely empty
But for my devotion to you.