Poem
Wednesday, 07 September 2016

Francis Pedraza
Dec 16, 2018 · 1 min read

Pregnant
With sexual emotion
The power of life

To join in intimate, passionate union
And to bring forth what may

Creations as yet unimagined
Works stupendous — to shock the unsuspecting world
Glory, glory, for this to be possible
This edifice manifest of structured majesty

How can it be that
Having seen it now
We had not conceived it sooner
For the power to conceive lay here, now

In this pregnant moment
Shrouded in mist

In this space
Between us.

She is Gaia; Darling,
Spread your legs for Vulcan to come in.
And to make these things,

From you, with you;
Respond to him.

Explosions: Poetry

Every poem, an explosion. Spirit moves through all beings who let it. Move through me!

Francis Pedraza

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Is spirit moving?

Explosions: Poetry

Every poem, an explosion. Spirit moves through all beings who let it. Move through me!

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