‘abdominal’

he shouldn’t be with anyone
but he wants to be with her
there’s something about her
everything
that simply makes him
stir like a baby
waking with a start
no further sleep forthcoming
clutching his pounding
heart
in mouth
abdominal mature caterpillars
flit and flutter his insides
until emotions spill
as tears

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