Sunday, October 19, 2014


author's note:

This poem is not written in any woman in particular.  So I guess it's written to all women in general.


When I speak of the glow
she insists she only reflects
some distant sun.

But later,
in the deep of night
she places her hand
over her heart

and asks herself if
that radiating warmth
is just excess heat
from her animal blood

or is it more?--

could it also be
the gold radiance of spirit?

© 2014, Michael R. Patton
myth steps: the blog

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