riding the heat of dawn
we insinuated our bodies within one another
I presented myself to you
a wordless story
whispered in raging lines
fertile were my curves
from which our children sprang forth
multitudes
spilling over with god given wealth
a rain of ages
carving the cradle of these infant sons and daughters
my breast milk abundant
nourishing young
influencing adult
satisfying aged
long and beautiful
as I was
as I am
beginning
to end
our story must not end here

if you suspected the Nile River, you’d be correct 🙂