Tuesday, March 4, 2008

haiku

Womb
(5,7,5 series “water”)

Liquid licks your form
Your cries echo through each wave
Fluidity peaks

My clouds roar your name
They burst and baptize you
Our death breeds our birth

Formed in love’s wet heat
Cradled in the blood of life
Fruit born of flower.

4 comments:

Sojourner G said...

Pardon me while I wipe my mouth from this feeding trough. I always knew you were a deep sista, but you are showing your BEHIND!
Nicely done.

B_More BAP Life said...

Insightful. Truly!

CapCity said...

WOW, Sistah Femigog!

"Our death breeds our birth

Formed in love’s wet heat..."

I agree w/ Bro Soj G - U r showing OUT & it is phenomenal;-)!

Rich said...

You up in this piece with your Rambo guns out.