Possibly Maybe



over a moon ago, it was,

and the love we made could be our downfall

and my lust could destroy us both;

for my life-flow

the blood of my womb

has not yet cycled back again

and I am terrified...

but if this seedling is real,

the fruit would not understand.

and she would be lovely,

with my eyes and your skin;

my words and your music...

and we would name her