How the sun looks now,
Proud and present
She saunters silent into the room
And leans against a counter.
6 foot tall and pregnant,
She fills and fills and fills
The room until she is
Spurting out of my nostrils, ears and eyes.
In the haze of her ebbing
The kitchen glows
Violet in the darkness,
Every horizontal surface sighing
If only I was happy, if only.
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