Translating Warmth

She is fox-eared
and soft-haired,
a creature curled
within my lap.

He is human-hearted
wiggle-limbed,
a fetus curled
within my womb.

And I become an in-between,
a place
where same
and different
meet.

A warmth within my lap.
A warmth within my womb.

And my soul
the unexpected
home
of their unique
compassions.

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