out of love

 

the weight of his love
expands my belly,
a quiet voice loud
in the amniotic.

Sometimes we share a look
in our dreams,
your rouged cheeks
make me cry.

I run away to reach you,
my clumsy, overgrown body in the way,
that confirms
I can make things
out of love.

 

 

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