Le Rêve

Before a mirror
naked
Without context
exposed

Wrapped around me
arms
Grasped my belly
hands

Pressed upon me
man
Warmth from behind
breath

Fecund.

One word alone
whispered
into my ear

What could it mean?

So shocking
it woke me
rousing from torpor
jolting awake
like lightning
in my soul

No more babes to come
it meant not this
My flesh would be slack
ever empty

But what would be birthed?

A decade later
I know the truth

Not all my bearing
is done in labor

Not all my fruits
are born
from my hips

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Copyright 2014 Femme Malheureuse
@ApparatusMag #NaPoMo 2014 Prompt 11
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