Uterus beginning Earth

when a nomadic young woman 

says This Body is Real
She opens the desirable Spring

writes against war

discovers the power of generation 

she touches the intimacy of wilderness

she holds the Possible-within-us 
while moving towards the Garden-within-Desert

she holds the Truth of Animals bleeding and healing 
our wounds
and the Truth of Green Leaves bleeding and healing
our  

This is the Moment

she is the Spontaneous blood of Everything 

on earth 

a nomadic young woman says I drink mud

I love my vibrating Uterus

with the strength of its new understanding 

the understanding of taproots and groundwaters

she understands at last the beginning 

of the Possible-through-melodies 

she comes from the temperatures of flesh

she arrives at the Deep Pathos and dives into dragins
 Beyond-within-through disappearances...

Falling in Love is always and never self-evident

Truly I believe 

without melodies of flesh there is only madness

you ask the Surprise and the story of forgetting  

and colapsing

the freedom of Uterus feels the Affect Waves

screaming and firing in middle of the river

I believe in fresh mud 

my Uterus believes in the Truth and Art of rivers 

there is the absolute freedom of Uterus
touching the freshness of primal Mud

my perspiring Uterus offers red salty mud

to Your Mystery 

the clay of Genesis flowing from these vulvae

these vulvae of mine

my perspiring Uterus improvises 

drums and brass explosions

Adam is my future son 

my lips run to Unknown
burning codes

sharing fruits 

sugar