Six Yards

In the vermillion of the setting sun
I bloomed like the moon with a red edge
Mother’s voice sounded like little raindrops
Slipping down my trembling skin
I meant the world in her eyes
As a reflection of her entity
Her strong hand gathered even pleats
Settled into my navel’s twist
While tucking the soft pleats in
Freeing the butterflies to naked midriff
Six yards of feminine beauty and grace
Draped flawlessly along the curves of my body
My beauty sparkled from the inside out,
It gushed like a voyage down a long route.
Time turned me into a woman of pride
I decided to bring in a eternal smile to my face
I cried often, in quietness from pain,
The sores would rapidly heal leaving a scar
Bewildered in a masculine frame of time
Carefully carelessly draped six yards of energy
Changed its spirals with complexity to a shell of mine
Proclaiming its years of inner pain
Strangling and choking, stealing my breath.