Close to the Earth.
Full and ripe.
My body is cooking something up.
She’s been with something unseen and unknown.
She’s been kissed by Creation.
Supple and supine, she dances in the dark.
With quivers and shivers, she responds to an unseen touch.
There is something I know, but don’t yet know.
Something moves within her,
silently waiting to bring forth great light into the world.
Receptive and soft, my heart places trust in
that which knows of things to come.