Plan The Seed Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Your insides fulfilled
one's dreams infatuated
by witch warlock' worth?

Truths as such exist
outside rhetoric' banter
regardless of thoughts...

in ignorant minds
thought considered, is chiefly
somewhat burdensome.

Whatever the smoke
need I ask, for you to pass
your hands clasp my pipe...

of ceremony
with family and friends and needs
behind closed curtains...

only truths are shared
for cheap talk is sheared away
by steam filled waters...

through smokes, sweats, and seeds
the better daughter's one wish
penetration's bliss...

grants a filling bloom
perfection's flower opened
across vast distance...

from a west coast beach
into an east coast's welcome
two minds, plan the seed.