This feeling 
Most tender but not in pain 
Not numb, or bruised
But deep
Strung with every fiber of my chest, neck 
My forehead waits
I nuzzle the moments 
I wait 

This feeling 
Like a womb
Missing and longing to belong
Yet safe 
Wrapped in every right 
Believing every instinct
Desire is the music
Filling every part of my space 

I don’t hurt 
I don’t bite or move
I only pray
And I can’t tell if you’re inside or out 
But I hear you 
And you guide me to squirm in my own knowing 
Because it’s right and true
And it’s something of grace

This feeling 
Something natural 
And if it had a color, it would be red
And how is it that something can be both
Singular and bound
Suffocating and open
Alive and dead

Chrysalis