sometimes i want to curl up inside of him

want him to swallow me whole

no air, just him

sometimes i’m jealous of the sheet that wraps him in his sleep

the pillow on which he lies his sweet, heavy head

sometimes i wish i could spend my whole day

with him all over and around and inside me

never leave the dark, woven planet of our bed

sometimes my need for him is bigger than me

holds me in its hard-fingered grasp,

robs me of my breath

replaces instinct

asks a new language of this bliss-fill

this drowning emergence of love in a woman-shaped space