The Conceiving
Now you are in the ark of my blood
in the river of my bones
in the woodland of my muscles
in the ligaments of my hair
in the smear of my shadow
in the armada of my brain
under the stars of my skull
in the arms of my womb
Now you are here
you worker in the gold of flesh
-Penelope Shuttle
and just for the heck of it- a cold winter sky. have a lovely weekend loving your mother (in memories, flesh, and earth).
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