She sacrifices – her Young
Hopes extending – her Duration
Once children – cries Sung
Winters approach – ill Recreation
Her sins – her Blood
To birthing – extend Longevity
Forevermore martyring – ever Creatively
We revel – her Massacre
green, red, Orange, yellow – colors Falling
Final decay – now Brown
Premature funerals – sparkling Crowns
Brimming hope, coffee, love
Voyaging on no path lain
Afore eyes rainbows stencil slain
Nothing quite like rising above.
Yesteryears fears tamed.
Dawns arrived – New heartbeats heard.
Ears future turned
No mind maimed.
Bearing tiny speechless fists.
Make the difference – in a score.
“Gift me with another darlin’”He exclaimed while slamming the bottom of his bottle on the bar so hard it made his hand shake. He was easily on his fifth beer this evening and three empty shot glasses sat beside his resting elbow. He watched through swimming vision as the bartender sighed and reached into the cooler for another beer, popped the top and strode his way her hips in the rhythm of a natural erotic sway.