Conception

My lips, drunk

when it touches yours,

with words of incessant praise

my hands, drowned

in the oceans and mountains

mellow with touching organs

jaw-dropping moments

immeasurable bliss
treasures teem in travelling tongues

​​​​​​​writing many stories of love

stealing time, from time
I have become so big

my body consumes the stars

in your eyes

by leaps and bounds

I behold millions of sparks.

Only my kisses can conceive
the boon

what a glorious child

will be born of your womb.


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