Blue Harvest Moon

Blue harvest moon
Casts a bliss-like full
On you
Reaping the bounty
Of tiny, white asparagus blooms.

Your loving smile reaches me
From across the field.
Acres of time and distance all merge
Just south of our stony grey castle
And our twelve fine children,
Where orgasm has strewn
Tiny bursts of blinding white blossoms
Snowing up and down all around us.

A living stream of lightning strikes,
Knocking me flat down and thoroughly unconscious .
I wake and sit straight up in the fractal clusters—
Then—with straw and fresh leaves fluffed in my hair,
And rumpled layers of petticoats and skirts gathered up,
And now—completely unclothed in this king size bed.
The great membrane of the cosmos snaps to.
All time collapses together.
I subside together with you,

And I say,
“There is a God.”

-jenn long