The Morning's Worths At Creations Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Morning's Worths At Creation

The Morning's worths,
after this sealed night's creation,

portraiture of this man andwoman's cohabitation,

Against our stories of inceptions,
dactyl assertion, tactile stimulations,

Man's footand woman's highways of armspit and treasure boughs,
body's fulcrums and caesura of breathings

We must be wondering what canoeing meant for the senses,

Gratification and fluvial penetrations,
Spit's froths of fountain fires,

All incendiary gradual intensifications,
To the oral sensations and feeling alive,

The connoisseur ship of skin
The fabrics ofwomb hood

I must tow this boat, last grip, lastbreath,
ramshackle of steady fatherhood to this high mansions in the sky.