Schismatic words celebrate

                         I'm pregnant with a lyric infant,

                         your comforting smile's written sketch kicks

                         under my heart, blissful child, distant

                         message flows across my fingertips;

                         I'm pregnant with our God-given love,

                         your caressing eyes' image pulsates

                         in my ethereal flesh above

                         throbbing punctuation marks' strange shape;

                         a new verse is growing within me,

                         visions' feverish obsession sends

                         pics of an undivided spirit,

                         letters, are blessed by your presence.

                                     Schismatic words celebrate new sense,

                                     I'm written by your whimsical pen.

To my Twin-flame