2025 - 003 Poetry | Birthing

I want to feel the full weight of your body. I’m not asking for sex. It’s not even cuddle. I just want to feel you sleeping. Your breath sinking, merging with mine. My heartbeat pressing with yours. Your spine cruising my sternum and belly. Be a mountain range over me. Or be my Sky. I’ll be your Earth; We’ll be a planet for a quiet long moment. …when the full weight of your body presses with mine.…