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She bears your child.

Yet, I bear your heart.

Her belly grows

And you come here.

Your sword needs sheath

And mine is chosen to hold you.

Her belly swells

And mine Flexes…

Welcomes… And implores you.

For apart of you grows inside her

And I’m telling you

To believe It’s not the rooster you hear.

Believe me, my love love

It was the owl

That calls. Our time has not reached

Its morning. You are tied

By umbilical cord,

A cord that I cannot cut



And I’m hung on your linens line

To dry.





She carries your bloodline

Yet, it’s my blood

That’s dried on you.

What will we do?

Love love?

You say its timing,

I say its chance.

A chance we

No longer have.

Nor, could we afford

To take. I do not hate her.

But I cannot help

Flaring green. She has your gift

Of creation. She shelters the essence

Of the both of you.

A beautiful gift.

A gift I could never

Give you.

A gift that

shouldn’t be shared







By her.



It shouldn’t



be growing.



Not in her.



Not now.



Not ever.





3.29.2010

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