I listened to the rhythms of your body
Your heartbeat, your footsteps, your stomach
Endured your tossing and turning
Now you want me, now you don’t
Do I have a say in the matter?
Squeezing, more of natures’ rhythms
Lowing like cattle, roaring like a lion
Outside now, not at your breast nor in your arms
Just hearing the rhythm of your footsteps,
Fading away, you didn’t even look at me
Joy Rivett-Gill Jan 29th 2014
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