Life Before Months ago there was only her living a free life. Casual liaisons came naturally. Creeping hands through the semi-darkness, he comes to rest, grazing like spiders-web over her sloping thighs. A stranger’s touch, the most she could bare. Slumbering after, in a stranger’s arms like leaping into the black-soul pool, skimming the shallows of the heart. Now, in the night, is her curving belly, shaped slowly by her tentative hand. Embryonic dreams which search for her through the shades of a certain caring. She fears the imminent arrival. The inner Awakening of the Profound, the opening of her eyes to another. Emotions she has sifted through since that long-ago morning on the hard floor of her green-tiled bathroom are threatening to drown her as she gazes into their unfathomable depths.
