Here is a poem l wrote but not at all sure about
A high-pitched keen pouring through the room like a rainstorm after a drought.
Calling to me,
Calling from the depths, seeking with its tentacles for me, deep and exposed.
I have felt your essence while you were matched with me,
Your movements, strong and sure,
Your heart l have listened to beating like a drum to is own rhythm, yet in tandem with my own.
I watch you now, l have seen you before sweet one.
With your new, wise eyes you look into mine, I gaze back into your deep blue chasms,
Those eyes, filled with love, life, secrets yet to be discovered.
Your tiny hands, clutching onto mine, I won‘t let you go sweet one.
We are moulded now, together.
Your breath on my face, fresh, pure, I feel my heart contract in joy.
Skin on skin, nature completing its work, time immutable.
I cradle you; you complete me, using my body as your life force.
I do not begrudge you this, I welcome it, I revel in it, I find bliss and peace in it.
Your cry is a sweet melody of the song sparrow,
Call to me, you do not offend my ears; I delight in your sound.
I delight in you.
The wait was so long, the passage so hard.
For you and for me, our hearts beat together, l felt you, I imagined you, I could not wait for you.
The tearing, ripping, dripping red pokers poking me, stabbing me, tormenting me, were for you sweet one.
I endured, suffered timeless pain, my body screamed no more and my mind cried she is coming, your angel is coming.
You made your journey from place unknown, to me, through me, with me.
I have seen you before sweet one; we have voyaged in the past,
I know your soul as you know mine.
Mine rises and sings along to yours.
Like the rising sun, a new day, a new beginning, a new life.
I watch you now, sleeping, us skin to skin.
You are miraculous, you are pure, you are mine, I am yours.
A bond, a promise, a truth.