“My Son, My Sun”
I love watching him.
In the sun.
The warmth on my skin; on his skin.
Penetrating rays
Wake him.
And he begins to move,
And twist,
and form my belly
into disproportional shapes.
I love watching him,
As he turns towards the sun,
the light,
the brilliance.
We rest,
Recharge.
In the solar power,
Connecting with my body’s creation,
and my own created body.
In the Sun.
With my Son.
Yours Truly,
Love Source.