desire
this pressure of milk.
the way the earth overflows
when she is with child.
it’s the prophecy inside seeds,
the slow and eventual tree.
it’s not everything we don’t have
that makes the earth
bloom.
take note of it.
cadence of what all religions believe
god is, will keep playing whether
you recognize it as classical
or baroque, whether it is studied
as new age, or archaic.
what’s the meaning in the definition
when the sun will not cease to rise?
there is no stopping it whether we are specific or not.
with desire, so thick we could almost
touch it.
i’d wager everything for it.
i want to.