by Paul C. Binotto
© 2019
A breast, a face, a lap, warm skin, caress and embrace me,
Safely to the world from which I sprung to life and clung.
Gravity was not enough to keep me grounded there for very long.
But, the heart, the calm, the sweet smile, and gazing eye - stars,
Set in Heaven, to steer, to guide me; pierce the night, the stormy sea;
Away from lessor gods, hostile shores; Venus, and Mars.
And, from among the dead and dying, return me.
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