Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 First Intimacy

Such a safe, warm place this does seem.

I drift from sleep to waking time,

Not sure of what is real or dream.

I watch myself and know that I'm

Moving about, ceiling to floor,

Giving a kick once in a while.

Being curious to explore

This place but wondering when I'll

Become too big to remain here.

It won't be long and I'll outgrow

This cozy space, for me so dear.

Wherever from here will I go?

The time has come, I need more room.

I'm ready to leave Mama's womb.