Child or No Child

Baby

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.