Indecision, tolling away,
Superman looking at a rock of kryptonite,
The diamond in my pocket,
At a plush restaurant in town.
The forever after, the promise,
I possess. A vintage wine,
And the cork that I spilled open
Inside of her little crack.
The conclusion that tantalizes,
The two lines on a pink strip.
The power of wine,
To give fate a full hangover,
When fatum tunnels through
A dark tunnel to the other side.
How beautiful it must be
To be sterile, to have no fear
Of the aftermath. The planetarium,
Time is; the long vigil,
Between effervescence, spilling out.
And life, stepping out,
And the biological spaceship,
pregnancy is.
