Creation

Pupils dilate with the most sumptuous
greed devouring slivers of consciousness
that ache to catch the briefest glimpse of Time
unwinding in the slime of eyes sublime.

Entranced by atoms quivering as lips,
vibrating with the force of women’s hips
that rouse the Cosmos’s germinating seed,
creating hot friction with shiv’ring speed.

The Proton pulsating like the beating
Heart of the unborn, particles bleating
as Proton escapes the grasp of Neutron
for the raw desire of Electron,
Emitting conflagrated waves of light
Warping past existence, bending the Night.

I see Beauty in your eyes occurring;
beneath you, my helpless body,
Stirring.