Cuddled in your womb,
This cord helps me lose myself,
Your cells untie me.
In you, I ferment,
My wrists bound, they delight in
Fluid reverie.
Churn me inside out,
Let me dissolve and flow through
Every inch of you.
I will hold you up,
No quagmire can shake this us,
Our here and our now.
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