voyeur
the woman
serenely at ease
all body exposed
sat beside me
on the nude beach
a young mother-to-be
buddha-bellied
ripe with child
so full
I could not restrain
my eyes from randomly wandering
over the flowing caress of her long wind-swept
hair
to linger upon the melloned breasts with large
aureole
pierced with taut nipples primed for suckling
when she lay back falling into deep slumber
knees widely spread and bent for birthing for
loving
the rounded curve of her near full-term midriff
rose and fell slowly in undulations
mirroring the rhythmic pounding
of white-frothed surf against
sand-slicked shore
looking closer I contemplated . . . with envy
a subtler almost imperceptible motion
across the wide expanse of her upthrust abdomen
her fetus child's movements soft within
who soon shall painfully slide
be compressed by ruthless nature
down her birth canal
through her orifice of life
to be shock-startled
into unconnected being
then carefully nestled
within the soothing
comfort of her
warm bountiful
bosom
Fire Island, NY
Summer, 1995
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