With her long brown face & hands
She tickled me & told me I was beautiful
She held me in the ikon & we gazed
We had a pretty goldfinch death salvation
Love was strong as death Peacocks walked by
Blue immortality Finches played in black branches
Souls around the cross It was death in life
Our gold earth gravida
Not a casket but a darkroom for our love
The herma wrought of silver, gilded in fire
Gold mother around me inside me gravida
- Jean Valentine (2007)
