Touches of
Collective skin
(Such is love)—
Water rushes
Large and luscious
Light and slim
In between my dim
Conscious,
Heaven, seven phases of Venus,
And all of my responses
There develops a recurring dream
Of a torrential storm
Blurring my unborn
Children— as they scream
Becoming more and more keen
More and more pure
But hidden right before they can be seen—
Dissipating like steam
Under a hot light
As I awake
So very late at night

“Oh, scary fate,”
I contemplate

“I must meet the one that’s right
No longer can I wait
Forever will I fight
To keep an honest faith
To keep this promise safe
To protect my family with my life”