Before you
My changing body only ever stopped my heart and caught my own breath.
breasts, hips, scars.
Unbidden guests
changing life in unwelcome ways.
How could I not fear growing?
Swelling and ripening:
a withering stone fruit past it's prime,
soft, mottled, oversweet.
Stretched with the whole world inside of me.
Coming apart at the seams.
G r o w i n g.
Now I lie on the floor as you climb
onto my belly: soft, marked by lightning.
Soft arms, soft legs.
Soft hugs, soft lap.
Unending places to snuggle in.
My body is a cocoon.
My heart is calm.
