What manner of substance is this?
Takes me in and spits me out whole,
as a baby’s first day.
What manner of dwelling is this,
that curves along the lines
of my soul
And allows me to contract
and expand at will.
Shall I answer with my head
Do I slip inside the warm
Embrace of my heart?
Nicola G. Karesh, copyright © 2011 – All rights reserved.