In the beginning



She has awoken.
She comes to me, swollen with her need, belly bountiful and engorged with creation.
I would kiss the lips that whisper these murmerings, but she is a vessell now, pure and clean. It is from her that all this will come. That my life will spill from her womb, splattering at your feet like amniotic fluids eager for the rush.
Her abdomen weighs heavy, this burden is hers. This burden that strains against its uterine confinement in aching contractions...this burden,

This bludgeoning burden,

this burden is mine.

2005-08-14 8:36 p.m.