Twirling Revelations

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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Bordner Avatar
October 4, 2014 at 2:07 AM
Bonds and beliefs build eyes loyal to the beauty of our need Laura. Your reminscence of the Holy womb is aweinspiring, the identity of a soul in original water, dark warm delight! The novelty of this poem, along with its spiritual meaning is staggering in beauty and physicality. " It is living to be seperate that makes us Gods..." AMAZING! Making us Gods, Rebels, or just Fools, maybe all three. Fricken amazing Laura...J.A.B.
Breidenthal Avatar
October 4, 2014 at 7:08 AM
Thank you!! Yes- you've grasped the spirit of this piece...beautiful rationalization, Justin...I knew you'd understand where I'm coming from.~Laura
Lamoureux Avatar
October 2, 2014 at 7:07 PM
I have never seen birth described with such eloquence. You are gifted!
Bateman Avatar
September 30, 2014 at 6:26 PM
Laura, A very passionate and compelling write. I enjoyed it very much. The vibrancy, pitch and tone of your imagery is indeed quite powerful. A Superb Write!! Cheers and Best Wishes, Gary
Mcdaid Avatar
September 30, 2014 at 12:46 PM
powerful pen laura very deep touching piece
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