Alternate Fertility

Felicity found it in the garden,
 hard round and blue surprise,
 shy luster of scarlet opalescence
 dancing around the globe,
 such a strange thing to find there
 in ground long known and used

 She stooped to haunches, cocked a head,
 drew eyes close, sent questing thoughts
 falling immeasurable into sanguine depths,
 there in the last days of winter
 in earth preparing for spring

 Inside, it seemed, there was a shape
 lit by dawn's birth of a timid sun,
 extended hands and pulled it free,
 solid as a rock, but light,
 warm to the touch and scented
 with old sage and cardamom

 Why, it's a star seed, she mused
 and, as the thought took hold,
 breath caught wonder came upon her;
 as heavens ovule split, cosmic winds
 blew free a spark which spilt,
 there in the last days of winter
 on earth calling for spring

 To a bosom then cheek and last,
 pressed between trembling thighs,
 held to the nest of her fertile center
 that ground long known, well used,
 burning with abandoned lust and scented
 with musk, blood and prolonged yearning

 Eyes closed with her release, she spewed
 cosmic seeds into an alternate dimension,
 to an earth in the last days of winter
 where a woman waited for spring

 Felicity found it in the garden.