Inspired by the love i noticed between my friend and her baby. Honest feedback please :) Possum-like, curled in foetal slumber A mess of peach And blotchy salmon flesh Milky residue washed across a smile In gurgling retrospect An embryonic butterfly awakes Pupils dipped in lavender And eyelids ever still The immediacy of doll-hands And rosy, modest cheeks Of which could never outlive The curious union we expect Bloated limbs contract and release Liquid skin pacifies thirsty hands And that organic tryst Which pre-prepared, alarms neither Reveals the nature of mother And the clarity of child
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First of all, Kay is not right in her head, pay her no mind. This poem is beautiful, surprisingly great. I was moved and I am very critical. It was expressive and vivid and it built to a fantastic climax and then ended meaningfully and perfectly summarizing the authors feelings in a very unpretentious and unselfish way. I can say nothing bad about this poem. You are to be commended. Keep up the good work.
