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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Warmth, surrounded me…always My lips, my eyes, closed… Mesmerized by the darkness that brought me consolation I remember there were colors under those lids, Green, spurts of purple…and sporadic yellows and reds They danced and flashed Whenever your voice rumbled and vibrated my abode I remember the earthquakes of laughter That pushed me against the soft, supported side… I merely bounced back to the middle again My legs, bending, and then kicking off against it My body twirling in the lavish liquid Natural twists and turns that were later underappreciated Twists and turns that were who I was I didn’t realize they would always shape who I am Deep voice—music—surrounded me always My ears opened to the muffled marvel Curious of the outside world that birthed the mysteries of who I am I recall frustration, kicking against your soft insides…. Colors of black, gray tints, and calming browns… That left me gurgling for more of those outside sounds Because that first day I heard the lightning yells The hot swells of your insides boiled My body twirled and twirled as I heard you wail Crying…sobbing… My heart beat faster—wanting more to leave this vessel Wanting to be a separate thing Wanting all to hear me scream To feel the cold, rubbery hands of a stranger Lift me—and to your breast—gift me It was always the warmth of the liquid And the comfort of our bond That always remained Bonds and beliefs never dry Blood is blood Color is color It is living to be separate that makes us gods
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