Under long skirts of lace, knees swing open. 
Under long skirts of lace, woman scent escapes. 

Whilst picking up a latex snake skin filled with seed 
she contemplates the babies that didn't make it. 

Her stomach grips quick... the remembering 
his ability to turn her into a river. 

This morning, while he slumbered on the banks of her thighs, 
his crown cradled high on the flesh of her empty belly, 
she pulled coils of curls from his hair 
that sprung back as quickly as hed did rise 
now that she had awakened him. 

Dawn had draped them in sunrays 
and she prayed to the daystar 
that she could cover him in warmth and light 
and he in turn would fill her with life