Longing
Last nights love fest
nine months of inner movement
longing to hold you
after you've already fled
wild and untamed
you run away from
a small heart beating
ten tiny fingers
ten wiggling toes
while i feel everything living
longing to hold you for support
since our last night of love fest
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