(Draft of words)

Cycle,

To my sacral, my womb

It wishes to help me bloom.

-In the void lives pure potential energy.

Creation is born,

Your hands wake my skin.

Patience unties our with-ins,

Surfacing buried treasure,

Love out-measures – fear.

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