One of my favourite things of all time
is to deliquesce in languorous limbo,
marinade like a fragrant soup
lounge like a lazy hippo in the sun-warmed mud
in the silky arms of my womb bed
whose ready embrace I tumble into after a long day.
My aching muscles, oh so grateful for this.
From here, I hatch my best plans,
finalise my thoughts
reach ripe conclusions
strip my layers, psychically, physically
and block out all intrusions
to my fertile inner world.
Womb bed swathes and stills my ocean being like
soul mates at the height of affinity, like
lovers locked in coupling.
Untitled, Digital Photograph, N.Nazir, 2018
© N Nazir 2020