The Seed Poem by Airda Jones

See the seed on
My roughly ridden hand
Cover it with yours
And let's make our stand

Caress it, embrace it
Make it feel need
Have it crave the wants
Like any other seed

Let your warmth wrap
Around its hardened cover
Make it desire the pull
And stretch of a lover

Press on its being
Make it bleed and break
Allow its freedom
To over run and over take

Take my seed, with care
Hold it within your hand
For it will find there better life
Than it would in the consuming sand.