Who cares whose seed it is? The pregnancy is mine
Emotions arise from the body itself on rivers of feeling float woman and man
carried away nature takes its course destiny constructs a new home for the soul
if many conceptions occur unplanned life’s plan underlies the absence of plan
when woman lies under passionate man the seed planted the ground receptive
a change begins and its signs appear having taken the road the term grows near
a crisis impends maternity’s issue distends the belly with birth’s anticipation
a future develops in yesterday’s womb tonight is as pregnant as the full moon
tomorrow (whose face no eye has seen) breaks the silence with its primal cry
The milk of happiness
The universe is so ample as generous as your belly
a butterly writes sweet secrets this golden bikini
speaks modestly of opulance on your breast suckles
an infant whom I’ve hidden within my reticent heart
Painting and its unintended consequence
Sit a long season with a fashion mag under your deriere
while you’re painting and looking looking and painting
might pressure on glossy paper imprint an elegant trace
upon the stool where you sit? there’s many ways to paint!
David Raphael Israel
written in Xiao Yu’s Song Zhuang studio, Beijing
October 3, 2008