Oh umbilical, placental tether,
in utero conduit of fresh cord blood
linking fetus and mother together
to feed the symbiotic infant bud.
Slashed amid throes of the birth ordeal,
this abdominally embedded scar
ever recalls a wound that cannot heal,
nesting in the essence of who you are.
Each blemish stands distinct to its keeper.
Slitted, slotted, pitted or protrusion:
the perked navel is a tender feature,
a remnant of natal human fusion.
Whether port or plug, the belly’s button,
pressed, arouses an intimate nubbin.
