She Who Birthed Life

I didn’t fall in love with her

nor did I grow in love with her 

I was born in love with her

the way the deepest lovers are 

the way my mother’s body cradled me 

and her spirit nourished mine 

the way her children multiplied her capacity for love

rather than shared it

the way the dirt fits in the crooks and cuts of my skin 

She is beautiful 

She is everything 

She is only natural 

a tendency since birth 

like a child breathes or a baby nurses 

I love her not because She gives me life 

but because She is the only life i have ever known 

She is everything 

without her I will have known nothing.