She is...
Like a charmed necklace,
A weight around my neck.
Curling my shoulders
Squarely downward.
Rolling them, rolling, like
Waves of the ocean, like
an anchor, I wear her here,
Hanging down just below
My breasts, (now) hers,
She, pulling me toward
some center of gravity,
Which, unfortunately,
appears to be the general
direction of my belly.
My support, the fleshy
bridge between her and I
Where I pile on the pounds
To keep her upheld,
To keep me upheld,
To keep the world as I
Know it spinning, slowly
Spinning, toward some end
I hardly see but somehow
Live for while I wait
To grow strong
To become me
To start carrying myself.
(Time to compose: 17 minutes)
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