Becoming Edible

Join me in this actof marrow-making, spinning songsfrom print to eye to mind:

Darling, you are welcometo make yourselfa nest, pallet, place to restbetween my breasts-nothing fancy, only featherspinioned to puckered skin.There you are, snuggle in;match up our heartbeats.And so

we inhale - exhale, on repeat untilwe don't need to anymore.These lines are how

I hold you; feel it?This is how you arebeloved,held.