Three Babies

Each of these

My three babies

I will carry with me

For myself

I ask no one else will be

Mother to these three

And of course

I'm like a wild horse

But there's no other way i could be

Water + feed

Are not tools that i need

For the thing that i've chosen to be

In my soul

My blood more my bones

I have wrapped your cold bodies around me

The face on you

The smell of you

Will always be with me

Each of these

My three babies

I was not willing to leave

Though i tried

I blasphemed + denied

I know they will be returned to me

Each of these

My babies

Have brought you closer to me

No longer mad like a horse

I'm still wild but not lost

From the thing that i've chosen to be

And it's 'cos you've thrilled me

Silenced me

Stilled me

Proved things i

The face on you

The smell of you

Will always be with me