Still Life
a poem about pregnancy
The gentle swell, eroticism's outcome,
the heat of passion empirical,
cross-pollination's perspiration,
beads of love conceived this miracle.
So still, this tranquil life, yet felt
a heart in rough plan stages;
taps a growing rhythm,
embryonic, sweetly ages.
In the gilt-edged cameo of the mind
you, in my body edifice,
change face and gender seamlessly;
mysteriously as a chrysalis.
So still, this tranquil life, and then
his hand flat on my abdomen,
we jolt absorbent of the joy
when you kick...and kick again.
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