poelove

Push

 

 

 

Sweet darkness

The touching haze

One slap

Separating pangs

Instinct's mouth wails

Swallowing greys

 

From breast

To seed, to breast

Succulents

Nurturing

Grains from clay wombs

 

Mother's milk

Comfort's fruit

First embrace

Comments1

  • poelove

    thank you Diamond



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