Human

I am a mud hut
On a dark and woeful night.
And in a storm of violent wind,
A sojourn traveler comes.
He takes one hand and shakes his hood,
Dark ringlets drip with rain.
He disrobes,
And suddenly aglow,
Brightness fills my room.
The light is effulgent and alive....
It bulges my simple walls.

Breath and wind and spirit mingle
In low imperceptible groans.
The glorious peacock fans his fantasy.
My every grain bejeweled in shines of
Silken blue, and purple royal.
Oh, I'm bleeding!
Ohhhhh! I am bleeding!
I am human,
After all.

-jenn long