Let Us Be Fruitful for One Another

Laura Io Berg

Let us be fruitful for one another

In our loving bower,
pomegranate, cleft,
stains our swollen lips, strawberries
sacrifice themselves,
apricots blush, dates quiver & apples dance.

In tongues’ wandering greeting, we become
complicit with
the nectar of life

My womb now turns to stars
your depth in me to rivers of milk & honey.

We dance the central vine.

Orange rind nipple puckers in your lips, off-giving
grateful volatiles
that sing
the arc of your hips.

As we nourish one another.

In the lick & suck & chew
of love,
in caresses trans(in)cendiary

Perhaps even hungry ghosts will
come to feast
& have their fill,
carousing with dakinis
upon the cornucopia of us.

Perhaps all excesses will be wrapped into themselves ’til they implode
and are silent

Perhaps the old will become
young,
as we do,
so fruitful we are.

We ponder in our mouths the pulp of life,
this cellularity of salt, dissolution & rhythm,
the mystery and foolishness
of how we came
to taste each other
here.

Let us be fruitful for one another.

Laura Io Berg, 70, lives in Albuquerque NM with her pup Sangha & kitty Moxie. She’s a retired VA Psych Nurse, facilitates Holotropic Breathwork, and Dabbles at Arts & Alchemy.