The body of a goddess,
Adonis,
Adorns me.
A body that
Would grace renaissance paintings in proud glory.
Bellini, Giovane, Titian.
My face, not sharp and angular,
Round and glowing like the moon,
Smile lines and chins and cheeks.
My hands, not sleek and cold,
But warm, seeping into the spaces our hands make.
They're always a perfect fit.
My figure;
Matronly, motherly,
Reminding you of home,
Of comfort, of security.
Huge arms that wrap you in my embrace,
Letting you share my light, my comfort, my love.
Offering my protection from the world outside of this warm.
I am love
I am light
I am security
I am constant
And I am yours.