O love, how did you get here?
O embryo
Remembering, even in sleep
Your crossed position.
The blood blooms clean
In you, ruby.
The pain
You wake to is not yours.
O love, how did you get here?
O embryo
Remembering, even in sleep
Your crossed position.
The blood blooms clean
In you, ruby.
The pain
You wake to is not yours.