Transported from a Kingdom of intermingling cells
You unfurl out of your podded pomegranate shells
Bloat my belly
I want to pop & pluck your pearly crimson pods already
Fell the roots you want to laydown in my womb.
Palm flat, I pray, do not bloom,
Give me birthing space to grow out my limbs
Swoop, falter, glide into a future into a future;
Your sacrifice forever singeing my wings.
Zellig, Gibb Street, Birmingham, B9 4AT
0121 794 0207
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