Stone baby,
Gravel-skinned one.
My little love
Of heaviness.
I cradle you,
And rock you
As your dry skin
Cracks open.
You wail,
As you melt,
As you absorb
Into me.
I hold your cries
In my flesh.
Your melted heart
Flows in my veins.
And you are finally warmed.
By my magma-mama,
Super-heated
Circulation.
My stone baby.
Little baby of sorrow.
I love you.
We are free.