I've been waiting
For months now
For my feet to swell up
And go all varicose
Guess, it's not the time yet
We're along the way
Stringing along
Yesterday to tomorrow, with today
Each day, limbs grow
Every night, blood flows
The calendar leaps by bounds
Suddenly then, it lazes down
A protrusion of life has occurred
The Linea Nigra
Should be darker than this
The kicks should be oftener than this, oh
The future feels akin to a dream
A chunk of one, carved out, outside
Life, topsy-turvy
Chaos, perhaps, will be our new currency
And a bit of love too
A little bit, yes
Sure
Why not
2 comments:
Life! Then corrupted by the first kiss. Birth given than just the being.
This was very beautiful too, just as all the rest of the writing.
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