Womb
(5,7,5 series “water”)
Liquid licks your form
Your cries echo through each wave
Fluidity peaks
My clouds roar your name
They burst and baptize you
Our death breeds our birth
Formed in love’s wet heat
Cradled in the blood of life
Fruit born of flower.
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Pardon me while I wipe my mouth from this feeding trough. I always knew you were a deep sista, but you are showing your BEHIND!
Nicely done.
Insightful. Truly!
WOW, Sistah Femigog!
"Our death breeds our birth
Formed in love’s wet heat..."
I agree w/ Bro Soj G - U r showing OUT & it is phenomenal;-)!
You up in this piece with your Rambo guns out.
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