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Mother's Question
There was no time for pausing.
We were young animals following innate urgings
with little understanding.
Our edges blurred and melted through as
we gave ourselves to desires both pure and timeless.
When we became one flesh in celebration of our ancient sacraments,
our beauty grew beyond the sum of its parts.
As our songs neared their climax, I heard my mother’s voice ask,
“Are you ready to give yourself wholly to another?”
As I searched for a response, my lover’s trembling told me
her question had already been answered.
We were young animals following innate urgings
with little understanding.
Our edges blurred and melted through as
we gave ourselves to desires both pure and timeless.
When we became one flesh in celebration of our ancient sacraments,
our beauty grew beyond the sum of its parts.
As our songs neared their climax, I heard my mother’s voice ask,
“Are you ready to give yourself wholly to another?”
As I searched for a response, my lover’s trembling told me
her question had already been answered.
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