Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Safe Space

I press my face into the tightened flesh
(of) her pregnant belly where I find my safe-
ty from the world of violence, wars, and hate.
I am protected here, within the space
of padded tissue where her baby grows.
I wish I was her infant swaddled by
the feeling of invincibility.

She sends her mother's care through veins of blood;
embraces the life she carries in her womb.
This new-found mother's love gives her the glow
of inner peace and health that I will nev-
er have. Instead I wrap my arms around
her pregnant belly and press my face into
the safety of the space where her baby grows.

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