inside

there are months where I am wise,
and others where I am self critical
today, my heart is being wrapped
in a velvet ribbon
a slow and steady rhythm,
a dream of a white flower
blossoming,
or unfolding,
from a clitoris
I’m in a warm place,
warmer in the belly
and hoping to shelter

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