Navel gazing
The raisin imprint testifies
To where my lifeline was attached,
The one he cut before I hatched
Sharp nails and teeth to aid my cries.
From pain I shape my edges, form
My center. Passing time then leaves
A superficial orifice
That covers butterflies in swarms.
A point ends phrases, this one marks
My independence, solitude;
A socket into which you could
Insert your finger, trigger sparks.
Instead you chase away the specter,
Filling me with your sweat, your nectar.
