by Gracie C. McKeever (c) 12/96

It begins as an urge
a notion of pleasure
that sends you sprinting
desperate for your lover

Your dry spell will end

Ideas germinate, nature gestates
In the dark a dance of creation is begun

The premise is your foreplay
it caresses and fondles
and teases your sleep
with maybes and possibles

Is consummation on the horizon?

With a burst of devotion
you flex muscles
limp from disuse
fondle flesh
feel qualities
you forgot you once knew

Inside out upside down
you drive, push, juggle
and titillate yourself
visions of a climax muddled

Your dance with creation is in full swing
and soon the labor will truly begin

Pressing shoving thrusting for release
your baby makes its way into the world
a raw breathing beast

For better or worse
you have just given birth

Now begins the hard part
making life's decisions
You go back to your lover
and begin your revisions Gracie McKeever