Belly-Button Meditations
By tigerlilly
Some say this is a fable, But many do believe… Two people lived in Eden, Their names… Adam and Eve This is not another story Of man's frightful fall from grace. My interest is entirely centered In their middle place. By that, I mean I’ve thought of, A thing not thought before by me, And wondered if some others, Had dwelt on this you see. Look at your belly-button, We’ve all got one of those. An innie or an outie… It could be either, I suppose. You see now where I’m going, With this line of thought… I envision these two nudes, But with belly-button naught! ‘Cause the navel means connection, With your nearest dearest kin. It’s the anchor to your mommy, While you are still within. Remember how the story goes, With Adam made from clay? Then Eve was born of his rib, While he slept one day. So, there upon their tummies, No stamp of harbored place… Just a blank expanse, Of middle-section space. For the value of this story, Let me give you a hint… It rates right up there with Belly-button lint.ummm...it's been raining for three days...cabin fever? :) Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 10:34 AM PST 0 • 14
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