I am capturing bits of sun in my cup.
drinking its daylight.
its warm honey nectar streams
through my belly.
Its golden amber warming
my throat,oozing
its thick golden liquid
seeps
into intricate hollow chambers of my heart.
Where a magic seed opens: sprouts. Descends
tickles the inners of my belly. Seeds
lying dormant at the bottom of my belly. Now
roots move through
a hole between my legs. Roots
rooting down through the marrow of the earth,
a stem moving upward
like the rhythm of a serpent, then out
through my mouth a crimson flower comes .
Its tension tearing me.
I flame then blossom
with beautiful fire filled.