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 Promise of a Woman’s Life
Fell beneath a Surgeon’s Knife
Scalpel cut the Sinew and the Nerve
Creating added Space---
My Womb is in the Tomb
But even more is in its Place
My progenies are Prose and Poetry
Conceived in the Soul by Night---
Infants unnumbered are borne
On glistening Beams of blue Light.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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