Pregnancy

She looks at the mirror
The bikini bod that transformed
To a baby bump, a flesh bud budding
Inside an inland ocean
She knows that their love is meaningless
Unless an alibi resonates from their union
– The legacy of two hearts and one flesh –
Once they are no longer globetrotters
Just ashes on a bed of sediment

She scans with her fingers
The smoothest of her curves – and the raised navel button
As she caresses the palpitation within
Drowning her in a different kind of love
The type that will have gaze-chemistry
Love-biology and momentum-physics
As love pushes out what love pushed in
9 ½ months before…

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