The Kinship of Women

Breaking Bread

I. 
In the flicker of fragrant candlelight, the room becomes a confessional,
where hands brush and linger, eyes lock and promise,
each touch a testament to battles won and lovers lost,
the electricity of skin meeting skin, the camaraderie of friendship's embrace.

II. 
They revel in the rawness of their revelations.
Secrets shared in whispers, a hidden treasure trove.
Each confession a caress, each story a seduction,
in the sacred space where their souls undress.

III.
They savor the sensuality of their solidarity,
the unspoken language of fingertips grazing bare arms,
a communion of kindred spirits, bodies leaning into laughter,
the heat of their shared history igniting the night, a blazing charm.

IV. 
These women, fierce in their freedom,
exult in the power of their presence,
their gatherings a testament to lives lived vividly,
their connections, an intimate dance of trust and truth's essence.

V. 
So they drink deeply from the well of each other's wisdom,
their bond a veil of touch and tale,
woven with the threads of triumph and tears,
a sanctuary where they find themselves and each other, through the changing years.

VI. 
Their history together, a memoir of decades,
from the spring of their careers to these golden glory years,
they've weathered every season, every joy and strife,
emerging with a friendship forged in the fires of life.

VII. 
Marriages and divorces. Births and deaths.
Through every high and every low,
they've been each other's constants, the reliable refuge,
moon-to-moon, a gathering, a lunar ritual, to recount their lives' ebb and flow.

VIII.
Catching up on the latest, sharing the mundane and monumental,
their laughter a balm, their tears a testament,
to the enduring strength of their bond,
a reminder that in this ever-changing world, they remain unbroken, a resilient monument.

IX. 
Here's to the women who have weathered every storm,
who have loved fiercely and lost deeply,
whose spirits refuse to be subdued,
and whose hearts remain open, despite the scars adorned.

X. 
In the sanctuary of their monthly repasts,
they celebrate their resilience, their victories, their survival,
knowing that each of them carries the strength of all,
together, they are a force of nature, unbreakable, standing tall.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​