Words Could Not make it More True
We map the globe you've made
of my belly
the fullness of my breasts
the eagerness
you've grown in my core
and here
where we love and eat and sleep and fight
here
you descend
and every song you've ever sung
unravels
rib by rib
unravels
gratitude and terror and mercy
and I breathe a windstorm
I breathe a whisper
and open
I arch like a cat
fold like a child
and open
to be torn in two from top to bottom
the earth shakes
the rocks are split
the ocean is upon us
and you crown
my fingers on your skin
and bone of my bone
you are flesh.
Peace, dwight
Words Could Not make it More True
