I feel like crawling back into her womb
Where I was wrapped in dark unconsciousness
Where I was only my Maker's
But I only know how to leave my homes
Except my skin and its aging restlessness
Until He calls me back
I'm a hider
I need shelter
I need covering
Cocoon
Wrap me gently
Resurrect me
From my dark
And lonely tomb
Saturday, March 30, 2013
almost a mother
And every
day my skin is dry, I am lost by touch under roaming skies
When in she
walks still sleeping, cookie crumbs upon her face
Pillow
lines from her car dreams slowly vanish from their place
And at that
moment my arms become a strong and welcoming nest
She cuddles
in like a soft black cat, she surrenders to the rest
I’ll hold
her there through all the storms until my skin stops peeling
Til both
our needs are satisfied and time has done its healing
And when
the clouds part how the sun pours in!
It pierces
the windows of our hearts
And my
precious little bird awakes, ready for her day to start
I kiss her
dimples, kiss her head, a halo for the waking dead
And all her
laughter is a song
And all the
right now covers wrong
I almost
feel a mother now
These
little hands around my neck
This is the
way God kisses me
I can’t
forget, I can’t forget.
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