10 Chicchan
Red Planetary
Serpent
As she melts upon my
Tongue
I swallow down the
full Moon whole
She settles in my Belly
while
I drink the Wine of
Kingdom come
She takes a silver Ride
inside
Where Flesh had been
until
The Potential of a Woman’s
Life
Fell beneath a surgeon’s
Knife
Scalpel cut the
Sinew and the Nerve
Creating Space
anew –
My Womb is in the
Tomb
But even more, is in
its Place
My progenies are Poetry
and Prose
Conceived in the
Soul by Night –
Infants unnumbered
are borne
On shimmering Beams of blue Light.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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