The smell of your sweat is on me,
and I embrace the way I am triggered.
I extend myself through you.

In conflict, I sense where to breath into
so that discomfort can birth my unraveling.

I recognise in your own pain
my humanity
and
I dare
to love myself
even when the voices
in my head are
judging, criticising, saying no.

I say yes to the salt of my tears
yes to my raspy laughter.

I crave
for your uterus to meet mine, a
‘uterus hug’,
for the warmth of my body to be my truth
for time to flow deep as a river
where edges are far horizons.

We might not be two otters holding hands
downstream
on a sunny day.

In the world I envision
we are
still
imperfect

and from time to time
I allow myself
into rings of gold
to find
in the
black hole
of my psyche
the light
to stay

with myself
so I can
meet the bravery to
see you.

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