10 Chicchan
Red Planetary
Serpent
I swallow down the
full Moon whole
As she melts upon my Tongue
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 container of a
woman’s Life
Fell beneath a Surgeon’s
Knife
Scalpel cut Sinew
and Nerve
Creating open Space –
My Womb is in the
Tomb
But even more is in
its Place
My Progeny are Prose
and Poetry
Conceived in the
Soul by Night –
Infants unnumbered
are borne
On a bright shining
Beam of blue Light.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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