An Ode to Womanhood

I am a vivacious woman,
side by side of being a
gracious human.

a heart amidst a maze of womb
the ovum
to those seeds
could rise the flag of their survivance
to unreachable stars,

where
the last of meteoroid
can swim in the galaxies of oceans.

I live
In the gate of love.
I am the womb
of
eternal blossom.

I am a woman,
epitome of invitation
a sponge
brimful of
absorbing unending fascinations.

Not any
dreamless seed,
any heartless yearn,
any ruthless whim,
is ever allowed to path inside me,
to Eden,
to
the gates of
eternal orgasm.

I am a woman
in my gorges
hummingbirds
diving the beaks of their wonders

slurping my nectars
witling milky ways
embracing stars.

to crown the beauty with their peacock tails,
bursting their fireworks
splashing the paint of their wonders
upon the ceiling of Sistine-chapels,

finding their final cause
through the pore of eternal womb
pining to any paintbrush,
any instrument of art
any pencil that writes poetry.

I am the wormhole that defies distance
and the speed of light.

The scales of equity
are my breasts.
On the pan of my beauty
fair is measured to the last scintilla.

I am the motherhood
The eternal love.

I am the lighthouse
of paradise.
I am the crescent,
the dangling dagger
of just
above
skies.