...And Drink the Liquid
Sound of Wisdom
Resting in the Womb of God

My deepest desire is indescribable,
for words would lay her
dark-hole-pigeoned,
bruised wings
under skin.

My deepest desire sees no color,
smokes no fire,
for she has no view for perception,
no lungs to taste resin.

My deepest desire rests in the womb
and drinks the Liquid sound of wisdom.