nine months pure a love like no other without betrayal without hurt. a gift if for only this moment holding on feeling it beat breathe sleep at my breast. grateful in love. it is mine.


unshackled liberated undeprived eating all the butter and delight that i want soaking in the warmth of happy.


cycles a semi-predictable pattern sleepless, restless focus lost thoughts rushing without end wondering, dreaming what could have been what might be if only patience and courage would surface. i am action-less.

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