A Silent Prayer

In the supreme moment of his elation—
she felt a baptism of warmth as his  
twisting moans of pleasure filled her center.  
 
His semen entered her with a  
conviction she’d never known.  
In receiving his offerings,  
she fell into an orgasmic frenzy
holding tightly to her lover as if  
falling toward death.  
 
Basking in the afterglow of their natural act,  
she knew that life—new, unformed, waiting—
might soon awaken within her,
a seed touched by the promise of light.
 
She imagined this new life as  
a possibility unfurling like a flower's  
first courageous bloom, a life that adds meaning  
on the canvas of the world.
 
In this moment, she was both the creator
and bearer of hope, a vessel for the future,
a shrine for the yet-to-be.  
A house worthy of worship.  
 
In the embrace of her lover,
in the grace of her receiving,
she was a silent prayer for beauty,
the whispered amen for life anew.