Mother Caressing Her Fetus In Front Of The Mirror Poem by Jon Alan

Mother Caressing Her Fetus In Front Of The Mirror

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Crawl into space,
My Love, My Me.
You are my yearning,
Desire burning
I'll get the covers
Protect you from pain...

(Yet, I am the judge judged insane.
I am the pillar of Earthly desire
I am the mystery, the lick of the fire,
Together we judge them insane!)

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Bhakta Raj Giri 11 September 2007

Awesome poem. Enjoyed reading.

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