Hugging the full moon of your womb

Hugging the full moon of your womb

I feel all the miracle of life

concentrated in your perfect roundness,

all the power of spring

contained in perfect curve.

I feel how you cease to be just you

to become the crucible of everything 

that was, is and will be.

And I understand in brief circular eternity

that out of all possible truths that were

none was so pure,

nor so mysterious,

nor so detached from time, 

as the voluptuous Truth

that sprouts in the core of your being,

fruit of that fleeting moment

in which I was you, and you were I.

As I hug the full moon of your womb

I glimpse the Truth of the sun

rising in the horizon that joins us.

A.M.B.

May 2017