4 May

oh darling, i miss you with every bit of my swollen body.

someday, maybe, we will lie together on nights like these and you will press your warm hands on the skin under my navel and the pain subside, becoming just a wonderful opportunity to feel your touch.

maybe you will like the swollen breasts, the slightly bloated stomach.  maybe you will understand, as i do, that i am all the more woman, all the more human, because i am subject to the rythms of nature.

maybe there will be tea, and a fireplace, and a poem before bedtime. and we will whisper in the dark about children and Christmas.


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