And you know who's number one on my top ten list? A beautiful pregnant woman. That I'm married to. Preg-schwing.
Something about the pregnant belly that's so mesmerizing; everyone wants to touch and kiss it, like the woman is a fertility goddess (which she is) and her worshippers need to be blessed by her presence and the unborn child's.
Ah, the days of Babe-ylonia…
Drumming from the inside
I lay next to her and stroke her stomach
that glows taut like a drum head over a star,
where dust swirls with omniscient purpose
and planets form and life explodes with a bang.
It grows, writhing and spinning
and drumming from the inside --
antediluvian signals that it's
coming to our world someday soon.
It's distant drumbeats echo through my hand
and resound in my heart, full of love.