A Beautiful Thing
Released into an opening of warmth
and mystery, he melded with the throng
of his undistinguished peers,
their number seeming infinite,
their ultimate design one and the same.
And as they forward streamed,
rapidly, they scattered and disappeared into oblivion.
He found himself alone, beyond them all.
Employing mere instinct, he traveled on to
monumental possibility.
He did not yet have the capability
to smell the rose perfume
worn by her who was to be his mother
nor was he able then to hear
endearments whispered in her ear
by him, from whom he'd been released.
But as the moans of two in love subsided,
already he had reached that unnamed place.
Consummation led to an inception
when he merged with his female half.
Although he could not know it then,
he soon would be adored,
the fond expression of his parents’ dream.
For john freeman's contest:
"Maverick's Free Verse"
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