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MidWestern WaterMusicStorm
The rain rattles the window air conditioner
And I am unsettled like the storm,
Thunder like a murky base line,
There's something about that tone,
Grandma use to say she could feel rain
In her bones
When it was coming
Beads of it, streams of it
Are dribbling down the glass,
Jolts of light across the sky
In sudden sharp attack,
And I can't see the moon
And I feel so alone
Heavy in myself, this gloom,
This trickle down effect,
Can I weather another
Storm without getting wet
It's not letting up, and I'm not finding
Comfort anymore
That angels are bowling in heaven,
Or scores are settled evenly
Maybe the change of tempo
As the storm picks up speed
Reveals my bleeding darkest
Needs, moody and grey
Unforeseen, trembling
The bone of me
If only
I had known it was coming
Slow Deep Breaths
heavy
belly
overstretched
slow deep breaths
Swollen breasts
my body
possessed
by the living
slow deep breaths
Taunt, tight flesh
inside me
elbow, knee, fist
flip in aqua aerobics
slow deep breaths
Clean nest
a constant backache
prayer for waters to break
then a blessed pool
of the fluid of love
slow deep breaths
As contractions come
We Breathe copyright MidWestern WaterMusic
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