My pocket of the world is filled
Of women who know the sound of wisdom on their own tongue
Like stick knows stone like
Honey dripping backwards from the the comb like
Planet knows patience like
Honest-to-Goddess-truth and nothing quieter than that
My heart lives in the home that is Girl and Mother
Wonder and Womb
Made of all that is alive and
Built by sacred hands
And I want to swim to the Moon and call her my sister
Drink wine with Dawn and
Tell her the myth about Eve
Just to hear her tender laugh
Tell her she is what makes the tides turn
Tell her
I belong to Love!
And Love is a woman!
And there has never been anything more beautiful than that!
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
My pocket of the world is filled
Of women who know the sound of wisdom on their own tongue
Like stick knows stone like
Honey dripping backwards from the the comb like
Planet knows patience like
Honest-to-Goddess-truth and nothing quieter than that
My heart lives in the home that is Girl and Mother
Wonder and Womb
Made of all that is alive and
Built by sacred hands
And I want to swim to the Moon and call her my sister
Drink wine with Dawn and
Tell her the myth about Eve
Just to hear her tender laugh
Tell her she is what makes the tides turn
Tell her
I belong to Love!
And Love is a woman!
And there has never been anything more beautiful than that!