Wishes

 
I gathered the seeds of all things beautiful, and
cast them out into the universe, like dandelions.  
A deep breath in...then blown out.
 
See how my womb waits for these seeds to
return, with a tiny bed of white down, and a red
lamp, to warm the darkness.
 
Let us never waste a wish.  Let us lie, skin to
skin, beneath the jeweled stars, mouths open,
to swallow their falling magic...
 
The breath of our love never ceasing, my Beloved;
fists full of thin, headless stems, tossed down --
withering gently at our feet.

karla k. morton
2010 Texas Poet Laureate
from "Stirring Goldfish"