WOMAN

Tremulous dove

on the forehead

her hand traces

a pathway of healing,

a language unspoken

of verbs and adjectives

flowing not from mouth

but from soul.

Fruitful Gaia

embodying

the essence,

the ancient recipe,

the precious chalice

tucked away

in hips, womb and loins;

arcane rhythm

to effect the miracle

of perfectly allowable

arithmetically plausible

fornication

multiplied

and resumed

ad infinitum

in the cycle,

the ritual

of the sowing

and germination

of the seed.