BEADS

We wore beads around our belly

a thousand color threads

as we walked by the beach

in our virgin nakedness

watching to see

if we would find

our matching mate

whom we would show no fear

of all the new things now to come

and take a perpetual place

in our now aquired adult life

for the fruit of paradise

so I discribe

had grown so ripe

and ready

identical karma

when 2 souls touch

the seed is sown

then the harvest takes place

and thanksgiving

becomes the climax

of everlasting mutuality

the beads get torn

as the belly grows

and you become a rose

who carries her blossom

deep down inside

'til labor begins

and new life arrives

PoeDes©