REALIZATION
(For Tessa)

by jnrJacinto

and i plucked you
(but with tender hands)
from your daybed
like a flower
from its stalk.

and you bled
(from the sudden intrusion)
an abundant crimson
that falls in drops
to the hallowed ground.

and around me i felt
(like some ancient victor)
the throbbing tremor
as the thunder burst
into a thousand applause.

and then i arose
(from the beatific reality)
and looking down i knew
that you a woman
that i a man.