She scratched her nose
And yawned.
I crossed over and laid my head
On her tummy
It made weird sounds
While I thought
What was going on
inside her.
Perhaps an autopsy would help?
But I wanted more!
Much more!
I wanted to be blood
I wanted to be cells
I wanted to be everything
Everything she is made of
So I wouldn't not have to say
I love you
Because I was her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem