Winged Victory

[bodhi_chenrezig]

She is winged victory
and venus de milo
the perfect curvature of breasts
contrasting alabaster flesh;
Her eyes the hue
of morning glory pool

She is the power of woman
of fertility
and motherhood
bound in shackles
head bowed low

She is a single tear
at the corner of the bluest eyes

She is the soft lips
tasting of ambrosia
and powerful thighs
wrapped around my torso

She is stillness
the fullness of breathy sighs
in those spaces
where words simply will not do.