Child

eyes of innocence in a world of confusion, he

fireflies buzz-buzz playfully haloing her smile, came

“It is so my child,” Sun speaks with Moon voice, left

“The whirling ever chaotic both smiles and groans,” again

heart of pure passion in a world of brutish cruelty, come

bleeds on cue seducing the savage fury of fearful lust, back

maniacal sperm rockets like battle blast comforted at rest within the womb, everyone

laughter, belly-bouncing guffaws and giggles all around, is

child of innocence blossoming into a Rose of Sharon, beloved