In the Gazebo


We lovers

followed our hearts

toward the gazebo

stood in the circle

under the domed roof

and kissed.

 

Hawk came then

wings fluttering like

the branch of white leaves

that we tasted

each

curled

vaginal

delicate—sweet.

 

I sat then

on the bench

and you       between        my legs

drank from my core

 my creation.

Coaxed by your lips

I gave birth

to Spring.