I
a woman
long
to penetrate the world
to sow my seed
to reach beyond
the limits of my skin
through shaft and spear and root
Let me hold you in my sight
feel the moment you open
to receive these words
soul seeds which swim
from heart
through pen
to page
And let these seeds
not lie spent
in some tissue of false modesty
but rather break through the clay clods
of this weary world
dive beneath the sleeping surface
to reach the depths
of your many-petaled soul
For I love you so very much
yet you feel so far away
you the world
the distant shore
I the unlived life
ovum sleeping as I do
on this bridgeless island
caressed by waves of oceanic love
captured by the siren call of the womb
stay home, stay still, stay quiet
stay here
This love filled state
casts spells on us all
slipping silently into the spaces
vacated in our flight
from the casual carnage
of the untethered tool
with its shafting
raping
and sightless destruction
I
a woman
refuse
to give in to love
if love be this island state
Make me the tool
and let this tool be for making
for planting pleasure and procreating
and let this shaft be the bridge
from my atoll soul to yours
casting out its song
to green the deserts
of the world