Women Of The Earth

Meaty women of substance
Women who eat and roll tacos
Their bodies are churches
Their muscles are fat encased
They are lost in the cud they chew
But there is no questioning
They are as necessary as the sun

Big meaty hands rolling the corn into meal
Not too far away the child makes his desires known
He wants to suckle her teat
She pulls her breast out of her blouse

And milk drips in anticipation
She continues kneading the corn meal
And she multi tasks in the balance

I am not embraced to observe this
I watch the boy suck her
For a moment I imagine the sexuality between them
I am embarrassed by the thought
I see her eyes consider the moment
I see her kneed the corn meal again
And I love this real moment of my life