Winding Up

After the genital sneeze,
microscopic jostling along the tunnel.
First home snapped the lock behind.
Here we were none of us losers.

The pulsed spawn
of cell division and multiplication
focuses (finned, footed, facial)
with each jerk.

Suddenly blood is racing.
Heart's bud
clenches in spasms.
This fit will stop only once.

Heart knows what's what.
Gulping and squeezing the bright blood
even in sleep and meditation
his thrash will shake the bed.


© Brian Fewster,
Published in Staple 26, Spring 1993

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