Perfect things

It’s said that God took a rib
From Adam and created woman
So think about how close that is
She’s used to the rhythm of a heart beat
Constantly pulled by oceans
And tide rising under her skin
The universe pulling her
She feels everything
And maybe you can’t make it better
Or fix it
But maybe
Just maybe
The rhythm of your heart beat
That closer than close
Can cut out all the noise
You can feel the tide coming in on her skin…the orbit of the earth ….
This was the plan.

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