standing three steps away
you are naked, vibrant.
your belly is exposed.
our world is now a touchable round.
i trace your curves,
gulping for my breath.
my eyes and throat burn.
i am merely water and salt,
exploding in awe.
your body holds three brains, three hearts, six kidneys, thirty toes.
every day i get to see see your skin stretch a stronger home.
i rub your head, your feet, your shoulders
imagining every cell within you feels touched.
i am not the father,
nor will i know these children moving in me.
but i am a cannon of love,
a well of hope,
a circus of imagination,
and i've never wanted anything more than this role of mother.
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