ABIKU

To make the full breast
go through lillies of pain
tantalizing her joys of sorrow
from the spine of her womanhood.

Why give pleasant sorrows
to the incubator of nature's gift
massaging her mouth of laughter
with paddlocks of bitterness

Even as she sits down
on the stool of thought
with strange mysteries of the soul
the scar of fruitful barreness sticks.