inside my chest, a universe
is born – yet to be touched
by hands of The Creator
he drives over city limits
lips openly rested
tongue saturated with
thoughts of fresh
female
sentiment
one particular body
conception happened
a seed was planted
it took root
in salty palmed
memories
I never have left this desert
where my heart started
he knows I can –
I will be his shadow
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