The Mother of the Mother of the Mother

Lines and lines of women

Back and back and back

I embrace them all

My mighty arms extending like magnets

Pulling them ever so close

I lose myself in their perfume

So many voices speaking at once

Caressing my skin with their eyes

Hands on their hips

Fences of no kind

Walls knocked akimbo

Vanishing concepts

Total fusion

The demand to separate burned to ash

Not this time, we say

No boundaries ever again

Lordy, free at last