Creation's Wind
Generated by a gust of fervid breath,
Out of our idealistic mind and into my awaiting womb,
Molding, stitching, weaving in the busy loom,
Preparing for your newest form in the wake of death.
From the instant your next life begins,
As wholesome air will fill your chest,
So will you fill my long anticipating breast,
Until my time for breathing ends.
Every breeze is a breath of love.
Today, I breathe life into you,
My coursing blood is yours, anew
Forging a bond, impossible to destroy: below or above.
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