Looking inside
I see a vast grey space
little bubbles of matter
Larger oval veins
all floating, all alone.
The desire to see a little one
growing
filling up
the space
overtakes all other thoughts.
His home is empty.
I want another one.
There should be a baby there.
My most private womanly home
used to be a nightclub for parties.
Now, having sheltered, nurtured and grown
a Being,
it craves another.
My home is rich, clean, ready for a guest.
Waiting, waiting,
Never to be occupied again.
Perhaps it was just his home
once
will only be his home forever.
Musings and snapshots of my personal life; it's everything after that happens between the Cocktails.
