Kaleidoscope by June Stepansky - HTML preview

 HERITAGE

He loved her

for the curve

of her breast,

and her pretty smile.

Her chemistry responded

to his wanting her.

They didn’t know

that their merging

would forge, link by link,

an indestructible melding.

They didn’t expect

that the children,

grandchildren,

great-grandchildren

 that came from their mating

would continue forever

to carry the seeds

of their fantasies,

their angers.