For Nika
Sometimes my husband
holds my lower stomach
in his manly hands
when he sleeps
his whole arms around me
heaving and kneading
and I confess at that moment
plump with our child
none could be happier
that sacred seed
growing inside me.
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For Nika
Sometimes my husband
holds my lower stomach
in his manly hands
when he sleeps
his whole arms around me
heaving and kneading
and I confess at that moment
plump with our child
none could be happier
that sacred seed
growing inside me.