Love Child.

[Guest guest]

The Beloved whispered "I want to have your love child."

I immediately took off my cloths and stood upon them,

and waited for the big bang.

 

"No not like this." She said. "Like this. There must be this

prelude, this foreplay between us. I need you to paint this

nursery of time, to prepare a nest for our labor pains, I

must carry you, and you I, for a little while."

 

Like this - I lay down like this, and turn like that, and like

that. The milky way of Her breath passes through, and stirs

the starlight of being, creating a space for this Her second

coming. I squat deep in the earth of this love making, and

though I am a man, with his root thrust into the sky place of

longing, I lay down as a Goddess of resignation.

 

Meanwhile, the earth uncovers me in Her resurrection.

The heavens turn within my hourglass soul, blending one

potion of this love to another, until I know not where to

place my head. The river of this desire wets my being with a

sensual grace. This interplay must be a clandestine affair,

a relationship of two in One,

until a child of Holy union breaks like a fish

from our waters.

 

 

love

 

eric.

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.