Womb

and when I am done

with the adventures

of my inner world,

sometimes shaken,

sometimes wounded,

sometimes fuelled,

sometimes felled,

I yearn for the warmth

of your skin against mine,

of your breath inside mine,

of your hands around me

and my little heart,

you’re my go-to place,

where I can curl up

and forget about everything else,

and rest like a little pup,

who now tired of chasing its own tail

comes to snuggle between your feet;

and then the world suddenly seems

simple, safe and at peace.