Embryo
Curled
up little
flesh blob
You
bob up
and down
In lush amniotic
Mush. I touch my
skin to try. And touch
yours. To feel a flutter
beneath my finger.An
infinitesimal heart
beat.To breathe
knowing
You breathe
with me.
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I had written something similar but amazed at the way you have expressed…like oysters swallow sea-sand to give birth to embryos called “Pearl”
So this small fry is sharing-
‘Gestate’
I have
Rained
My soul out.
Over your
Majestic plains.
Breed now,
Beautiful man.
Perhaps,
I will bring you-
Peace
From the deepest ether,
Later.