BECOMING EDIBLE

  Join me in this act of marrow-making, spinning songs from print to eye to mind: Darling, you are welcome to make yourself a nest, pallet, place to rest between my breasts- nothing fancy, only feathers pinioned to puckered skin. There you are, snuggle in; match up our heartbeats. And so we inhale - exhale, on repeat until we don't need to anymore. These lines are how I hold you; feel it? This is how you are beloved, held.