A Valentine's Day Poem

Carrying Eve

By Mila D. Aguilar

Carrying Eve

In the womb of my mind

Four decades

As I ran through 

My country of birth 

And choice

To taste of 

The Tree of Knowledge,

I finally encountered

The Tree of Life

Tall and imposing

Majestic to my

Nubile mind

Without question

My best decision.

My retroverted

Womb

That had gone through

Twelve hours of labor

And then wanted no more

That had gone through

Month after month

Of blood and pain

And then wanted no more

Had to be cleaned out after.

And now, following

Two decades and three

In the Lord and country

Of my choice,

It has been cleaned out

Again, as if there were

Not enough of

Rasping away

At Eve's sin.

I want no more of it.

I wish to be

A resurrected body

Neutered by my God

Living, eating, drinking

Among you all

Husbanded by no one

But my heavenly

Redeemer.

February 14, 2013

2:58 - 3:27 pm