Within His Fluid Womb

Diffusing roiling darkness,
not empty prayers, but

passionate love arrows -
spermlike, pricking the edges

of my comprehension
until calmly they egress,

forming gracefully shaped
entry wounds, feather kissed.

Tenderly, I press an ear to
each enlightened aperture,

longing to sway a targeted
conception within His fluid womb.

Written September 15, 2002