Sunday, October 14, 2012


Once again I feel it stirring
lids closed, it's tiny fingers swimming 
with each stroke and heart beat
forging an identity
it's identity
leaving traces of butterfly kisses 
on the womb's wall 
gentle fingers caresses from the outside 
and soon flies to the lips
But it's just a sign 
that all is well within the womb
You are most welcome for my bearing.