Cover the navel, the belly with your left hand, palm down.
Shield the navel and the heart with the other. It’s no use.

Pierced right through, your vast heart expands green,
gold for miles. Behind it hides another this one small,
bean-shaped, very liquid—

The color of rain in a forest guarding the path between
hearts is neither man nor woman— rather a black embryo.

Spirit falls out— more creatures tumbling
onto the floor, dancing like costumed dolls of many nations.

Promise to protect them if they leave the passage open,
disappearing into endless mossy regions—
never glancing back.