Still Life

a poem about pregnancy The gentle swell, eroticism's outcome, the heat of passion empirical, cross-pollination's perspiration, beads of love conceived this miracle. So still, this tranquil life, yet felt a heart in rough plan stages; taps a growing rhythm, embryonic, sweetly ages. In the gilt-edged cameo of the mind you, in my body edifice, change face and gender seamlessly; mysteriously as a chrysalis. So still, this tranquil life, and then his hand flat on my abdomen, we jolt absorbent of the joy when you kick...and kick again.