In the womb of all things, all things remain possible.

even never
we let robes fall
she knew I knew
hug given wild
without reason
lingered longer
tell me baby
tell me all things
things I must know
it’s not I’m nosey
trade me your scars
so I love you
deeper longer
sweeter truer
even never
we let robes fall

_______RS

[ Note: I like to use just 4-syllable lines sometimes; but I let one slip to five for rhythm’s sake, rather than fighting with it 🙂 ]

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