By Estelle Cortes
Dedicated to Leah C. Dancel
Some things take their own sweet time,
Like petals of a flower unfolding,
Like bees pollinating.
Even the ebb and flow of the tide,
Are dependent on the Moon.
Some things are beyond our control,
Some things can't be grasped,
Some things can't be forced
Like the orgasmic gasps of lovers
In the throes of making love.
So I put my trust in Fate,
That the Universe puts me
Where I am meant to be,
At certain points when I just want to rebel
No matter how defiant I may be.
So I bow my head and say:
Let thÃngs be.
Destiny will have its say.
I'm just your soldier,
Please lead the way.
And humbly I say,
So mote it be.
~Estelle~
02102020
Comment
That's beautiful too. Even in the sensuality of your writings, they always come out decent due to the words you've carefully considered. If only I were young, I wouldn't mind love being consummated with the right man, who at the sametime is my soulmate. It gives meaning to the cycle of life. ... lcd (04/11/2021)
