Organization for the study of the center of things

There on the bed lies the center of things, lay mans warm origins,
shelter for the next generation, holy place and new Jerusalem,
deliverer of princes and the living crib of kings,
it is the incubator of fearless dreams and the lash less lids
whose tears it drinks.

Prelude of the unborn, yet unfilled chasm, chastity's charge;
fertilest flesh bound by skin and spine,
I hold the hips by which I grasp you gently, to pull you
close and lay each amazed cheek on you, feeling your flush,
hearing the rush subcutaneous that could swell with new life,
sensing the sleeping earth of you, prone: a cradle well built,
gilt for a gift, inevitably pleasure, perhaps a seed.

Flattest plains made to grow round by the trimester prepare slow ripening fruits

hidden betwixt hips that widen until my palms o'erspill with them and long fingers
barely wrap around holiest curvatures unparalleled.
Strong thumbs sit abdominally overtop the density of your place,
this space inhabited by the living correspondences of God.

WOMAN, finest music incarnate, oldest magician,
favorite miracle, mate, mother, martyr: Im sorry.
What you are to me is hard to see, there are centuries
of history preventing me at times from being mentally inclined
to reinvent that state of mind. But I been called here today to say
what i know is true, that at the center of you
sits the center of things.

Lover, sweet progenitor I recognize your strengths and struggles,
so I put not one above you. I vow to absorb and be buffer for all your troubles,
and I pray that I dont fuck up lest your worry be redoubled.
I swear to kiss away every tear perched, precarious on a cheekbone,
and should fear brew beneath your creamed coffee surface,
roughening the smoothest textures lips have ever known,
I will dip my tongue to sip at them, drink deep from the cup of your navel
exhuming every bean's black bitter acid and exhale the fumes like greenhouse gasses
with no emissions restricted. When every evil i'm able to fix
has been processed, evicted, we may lay, hands and hips clasped forever.
I will worship with fondness this form perfectly put together.