From Her Body, Love Blossoms

Crowning head from mother’s womb,
first cries kept love’s promise.
Nourished at her mother’s breast,
life was planted, love had bloomed.

Eyelet dresses in processions,
tiny fingers scattered roses.
Pink petals, spring weddings,
red, Our Lady of Guadalupe.

From her body, love blossoms

Friendships grew on life’s adventure,
skipping rope, pinky promise.
Streams of blood synced with moon,
soil prepared for future bloom.

Into her body, love erupted
streams of passion pulsing through her.
Tender touches, surging torrents,
life was planted in her garden.

From her body, love blossoms

Through living waters, her child born.
Sweat of labor, she worked the soil,
growing food to nourish body,
vibrant colors for the soul.

When to her vessel death arrives,
place her body in the ground.
May her flesh to earth be scattered,
from her soil, may flowers rise.

From her body, love blossoms

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