By the golden light of my blackness

I see a woman dead

and reborn many centuries over,

her belly rolls fat

with a soft round infinity

and her breasts stand beautiful

with the secret milk of joy and pain.

Beside her walks a man

with a chest like two thrones

and an ebonwood staff

covered with the stories

of days gone and days to come,

his sex hangs heavy

with the hurricane songs

of creation and destruction.

"I think this child

is going to be a trickster,"

speaks the woman

placing her hand made of lilies

over her belly throbbing with infinity.

"I think this child

is going to be black & white & yellow

and very fond of wars

but very much afraid of Love."

The man pressed his lips

upon the woman's belly

until it glowed like a cloud

filled with diamonds:

"I hope this child is born part angel

with wings made from the grace of God,"

spoke the man,

"I hope this child is a humanspirit

with legs of great wisdom

and arms of  true prosperity."

As the woman and man walked

and talked beside each other

the woman painted a dream

upon the sleeping face of a full moon

and they saw inside this vision

all those things they had feared:

the greedy mouths of men overflowing

like canals with the blood of other men,

the serpent tongues of women spitting fire

like bullets of envy and hatred for other women.

They looked upon these things

until tears grew the woman's belly larger

and with a kiss in one hand

and a song in the other, the man released

the goldenblack infinity glowing inside the woman.

I want to tell them: mine is the color

of things unknown and mine

 is the dance of a-new-day-rising-fast.

When I open my mouth to speak these words

they hear the sound of one river crying

and another river laughing.  Through their eyes

I see myself squirming brightness in my

father's hands and I shine to let them know:

I am not born to become less than what

I-ALREADY-AM. I-AM born to establish more.

By Aberjhani

© (from Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black)