Not Here… by Toni L.A. Cross

Perfect, innocent thing

so helpless and young

swaddled in my womb

my mind imagines you so perfectly

and my heart wishes you here so desperately

that sometimes I almost think it is so

Soft, downy thing

so tiny and warm

nestled against my breast

my senses conjure you so perfectly

and my soul dreams of you so desperately

that sometimes I almost think you never left

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