Pregnancy
Once I would like to be pregnant.
I would like to be a full flower
with ripening fruit,
a religious mound,
worthy of worship and godliness.
I would like to be the drink
that nourishes a seed
or nine syllables of the oldest language
telling the ultimate story.
I would like to witness the glint of envy,
flashing like flint on flint
in other women's eyes
as they bask in my glow.
What could be better
than a queen responsible for her country
or the unblemished temple
housing the union of three bodies,
another version of the trinity:
mother, father and holy child?
Copyright © Robert Sturgill | Year Posted 2015
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