the low lobe of your unborn child
awaits and hisses in the mist
come and get me, won't you please?
my little arms and face you'll miss
for if you don't, you'll never know
all the ways i'll ever glow
and you, how you will light up, too
incandescent with this breath anew
Churned through my head as well before I went down that road. Beautifully put.
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