Curl

 

An egg, cupped
in your hand, freshly laid.
Feel the weight of it,
the smooth warmth.
Feel the heat of procreation,
the comfort of hearth and home.
Feel the centuries of sustenance,
the hope of new life,
feel the fragility of humanity.
Curl into a ball, roll
into the soft curves of another.
Feel your weight
suspended
in your fragile shell.