From the Womb (Vignette).

Dearest, certified success.

I have longed for a mind so close,

For a head so moving for a

Love so hearty.

How I love when you delve

Within the lostness of my brain,

Soft feet bouncing between my

Senselessness, like a child, like a bounty-less

Bond, youth is a confirmation as

your soles stick to

my soul.

Your thoughts never cease

For I take them as my own

And you take mine with more care

Than I might wish for.

Please weave your

nerves along

My bones, my marrow

is your supper.

Please wrap your

never ending

absoluteness around

My eternity, my endlessness

is your reward.