They are like two beam lights that claim the stage
on a hot summer eve in the middle of a makeshift
floor parkette made of wood, varnish, and lights that aim
They are more than two American dollies dressed
in French lace and boudoir lipsticks
They are idols of the theater talking through
cables and conductive material.
The imagination of the viewers soar as they lose themselves
in the dark curtained stage, where reality has gone dormant
The only sound they hear is the tingly sounds
of unfolding fans made of feather and paper,
by the old vintage theater Madammes who cluck and gossip
in hushed tones when the first dolly gives the other dolly,
a soft kiss.
The End.
All breathing
hearted
living sacred creations
are born of white light
and red power,
Of empowering transparent ecstasy
and vulnerably impassioned fire,
Of triumphant wind
radiantly communing spring tease
and slow burning
Earth-rooted
desire
To restore life-giving powers
of just-right lust for co-passions,
and to illuminate life/death
impassioned powers,
healthy white light polypathic
wealthy red powers co-empathic,
Born of illuminating sacred light
reborn of Taoist
NonZero Sum soul
empowering transparent ecstasy
and co-passioned fire
Yang white light
and Yintegral non-violent red fertile powers
ecofeminist conductive
inductive
seductive fired passions.
We are the ones who carry babies for months
We feel anxiety of an upcoming delivery
We do our best to keep them healthy
We worry the most when they are thirsty
We rescue them when hungry
We are the ones who look after them, for the sake of their well-being
We ensure our kids’ lives are worthwhile
We find ways to provide optimum care
We are patient in seeing them grow older
Yes, they always run to us for cover
We are the ones who are called names when things go wrong with our children
But given no credit when they excel in life
We create conductive environments all the time
We bravely take the bullet for our loved ones
We brace raging storms on their behalf
We are the ones who walk miles
In search of better opportunities for our offspring
We sleep very late and wake up too early
We guide them to achieve great things
We say prayers for them to prosper
God was right to entrust women with childbearing because Mothers are so wonderful
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