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. 


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