Growing

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.