Her Nubian Smile Glimpsed From Bliss Of Electron-Spun Afterwave

Neon leaves
sweep
autumnal
skyline
various
shades
awake.
     Divine seed
     jumpstarts
     your egg
     belly kicking
against our enfolded palms.
"The fatherhood of God
                 is never
against your will"
        you whisper, inquiring
                 irises
contracting with changes
                 in morning light.
Turning around seven stars
                 we bow
        with thanksgiving
        near charcoal fire.
                 Black holes and
xenicities of elementary particles
        inflame my mind.
                 You want
                 potatoes;
will left-handed eggs
inspire
     your kiss?
Overhead,
migrating
geese
blitz
     deciduous marshlands
where safety and renewal
        resonate
        ad infinitum
        through the heron's shriek
and geometrodynamic plunge
toward Lake Washington undergrowth.