Laying there,

With your head,

above me,

Is some sweet salve.

Each movement,

A proclamation of love.

As I lay,

Lay beneath,

I learn,

I don’t need to force strength.

The facade dissipates,

And I’m left only

with desperation.

Conciliatory bravado.

As I open my legs,

To you —

Yielding,

Receiving,

The curtain is pulled.

But what is revealed?

…

A womb ethereal.

Physical incarnation,

my hysterectomy.

Great tides,

Held back,

by artificial dams.

You penetrate me —

And penetrate those dams,

Letting truth erupt

like a geyser.