Love's Conception
At night when we lay content
at the conclusion of our day,
wearied from labor
but glad in our endeavors,
I will inevitably say,
something of inconsequence,
while our barrier’s down
to feel your laughter,
slide inside my soul
and curl in my womb.
Our re-enactment of
Loves conception.
The sound of your laughter
echoes in my mind
long days after
our moment of joy repast,
like the trill of a bell
beneath a fairy mound,
who rings in the wonder
an infant’s first cry rebounds.
Copyright © Tara Jennings | Year Posted 2011
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