Love Making, in Tenses
Yes, I believe in evolution. That’s an
Opening of something that is rolled
Out, scroll-like; I have now become the man
That mother’s egg and father’s seed foretold.
Yes, everything I grew was first implied
When one tailed sperm broke through to graft its genes
Inside a gift. A universe was dyed,
A universe uniquely filled with scenes
My parents could not know, unpredicted,
Obscure to both of them but sure. That world
Encompassing my self is constricted
To mind and flesh, once coiled, and now unfurled.
Distinctions flowed out from her core-like room
….Where love dealt out my tarot from that womb.