Her breasts had died again
after knowing a brief season
of complete joy
never ever known before
not even decades ago,
when they first appeared to "life."

And her heart in pain
yet full of a love so sweet
no words could attempt to explain

Tears stream down her face
carrying fits of anguish and mystery
and many many many unknown joys,
struggles, and desires.

Unfulfilled
after tasting heaven
so intensely, and so briefly
and then so painfully

the beauty unknown before
the dream never dreamed
the joy
the fragrance

always, love, always always always

Always...

(Sacramento, May 2003)