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man coiled in menses
a journey has commenced
something that can be sensed
as lining breaks she aches
she wears my shirt to pacify pain
my scent gives her solace
I bestow myself to her
placing pillows for her comfort
she lies her head gently
as the drums invade to serenade
her temporary visitor
tracing the outlines of her face
in attempt to place her in stillness
she rises and kisses my lips
while I persist to soothe her pain
I watch it drain her essence
slowly I bleed too
she shows concern for me
in plight and still
she takes flight for my rescue
I am nature and she is nurture
something that can be sensed
as lining breaks she aches
she wears my shirt to pacify pain
my scent gives her solace
I bestow myself to her
placing pillows for her comfort
she lies her head gently
as the drums invade to serenade
her temporary visitor
tracing the outlines of her face
in attempt to place her in stillness
she rises and kisses my lips
while I persist to soothe her pain
I watch it drain her essence
slowly I bleed too
she shows concern for me
in plight and still
she takes flight for my rescue
I am nature and she is nurture
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