no moment feels as finite as this one
yet as infinite in the way
a mother can be with her unborn child
the cycle repeats
*** love
lust
this moment of aloneness
carved out in the universe
do i deserve a place like the womb or my
own home
which holds no such
warmth
caregiving
food for my soul and a soft liquid
universe just for me

how one man would
enjoy crawling back inside his mother
devoid of all ****** meaning
only the feelings of safety
that comes with the infinite cycle
mother wont you love
me
hold me in your liquid softness
which i can feel secure
in
like i was never born

what one woman feels
in the repetition of this cycle
she too, remembers the womb
yet there is no comfort in
her ability to create
it
for she's not certain
if it won't really be infinite
and should she hold herself responsible
if the cycle
breaks
before her liquid soft
does break too


one child is only lonely
because now he is cast
to a much colder place to which
his heart guides him with an equal amount of
primal curiosity and learned fear
how he must miss the feeling
to not even have to
breathe
like he was never born