oh, how it may feel to lie with you again
to cradle be in rib bone
flesh given back to dirt
suckled fat from the womb of earth
oh, how it may feel to lie with you again
the safest a mother can make a babe
no cries, no fear, the snug warmth
of a bed made a grave to tuck
oh, how it may feel to lie with you again
my head once where your heart sat
full, happy once, my smallness
little hands that pushed against
mother’s womb, clawing to reach
a life, where I did not cry, not yet
when God’s light first touched my face
too early to know then
that I would spend this little breath of time
crawling back into your body
oh, how it may feel to lie with you again
when truest Mother reclaimed you
to feel warmest when closest to Death
that force which rends my hands back
made Love unreachable by nature’s toll
oh how it may feel to lie with you again
in the grave, in this place between
where I may dream you call my name
no longer slave to fear or want
oh, how it may feel to lie with you again
to give my own body back to truest Mother
both arms wrapped tight when the moon
shines last on my face, in your bed
and I make mine in your body
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 6:11 PM UTC
oh, how it may feel to lie with you again
to cradle be in rib bone
flesh given back to dirt
suckled fat from the womb of earth
oh, how it may feel to lie with you again
the safest a mother can make a babe
no cries, no fear, the snug warmth
of a bed made a grave to tuck
oh, how it may feel to lie with you again
my head once where your heart sat
full, happy once, my smallness
little hands that pushed against
mother’s womb, clawing to reach
a life, where I did not cry, not yet
when God’s light first touched my face
too early to know then
that I would spend this little breath of time
crawling back into your body
oh, how it may feel to lie with you again
when truest Mother reclaimed you
to feel warmest when closest to Death
that force which rends my hands back
made Love unreachable by nature’s toll
oh how it may feel to lie with you again
in the grave, in this place between
where I may dream you call my name
no longer slave to fear or want
oh, how it may feel to lie with you again
to give my own body back to truest Mother
both arms wrapped tight when the moon
shines last on my face, in your bed
and I make mine in your body
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