The Womb

He hears me toss-

restless.

My lover awakens

to spoon me,

bodies contoured,

holding hands…

breath on my neck.

And at my belly,

small body,

my lover’s child-

the son who gets

scared at night.

We are all cradled,

protected embryos,

me at the center-

nurturing like the womb

in this collective body,

emanating the love

of a mother.

The cat at our

feet, curled

and purring,

encasing me

further, reminding

me of our need

for each other.