Non-Erotic PoetryIn transitthe bay is deep
the tunnel lies beneath
draws me into her womb
dark, damp mysterious
beckons to some primal need
give me your seed she whispers
I feel the pressure
as waves roll above
treacherous with riptides
but inside I am safe
drawn along by insistent rhythm
stroking
coaxing
calming
she calls me back
wraps me in her depths
fills me with the urgency
of survival, of arrival
to come back home
to her myself
my birth
my death
my tomb
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