Thursday 8 October 2015

Birth!



A tunnel
Long and windy
Darkness engraved
Pressing silence
Whispers
A furtive nexus, or
An ominous swear


Caged in,
my kicks, Feeble
my shrieks, Futile
wonder
if can permeate
those dense walls


Tender tapping
The sweet croon
A mellifluous voice
Vectors of assurance
Threats lifted


A sudden flush
All illuminated, white

One holds,

The emollient touch
One kisses,
Welcome note shared
One calls,
"You are mine"


I recognize
that Voice and that One
The cool gentle wind murmurs - 
"Mom"


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