-forever poetry
some of us
are perpetually pregnant with poetry
we can’t help it
tis what happens when you fall in love
with the universe
W.E.
in love – making love
the womb is forever embalming newborns
in the fluid of prose
in the fluid of rose–water and iris
some, stillborn,
some, cord severed
to write their ancestors words
stained in notes of myrrh
-W.E.
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