woman: the what-now blues I lie deathly still in moist embrace Mind with sleep Yet I know before he leaves There are words I must speak Breath even and deep His scent filling me With remembered need, I plunge And gently announce My womb is with borrowed seed
woman: the what-now blues I lie deathly still in moist embrace Mind with sleep Yet I know before he leaves There are words I must speak Breath even and deep His scent filling me With remembered need, I plunge And gently announce My womb is with borrowed seed
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