She is ripe
but lean
like that clip I saw once
of a python
that swallowed a deer
a body travelling
through
her.
All of her organs
are hands
pushing
pushing
from the inside
out.
I didn’t see the part
the finale
forceps
I imagine taking a cob of corn
out of the pot with tongs
only more
heroic.
I stare at his half face
a crescent moon
the rest of him buried
under her breast
the quiet tick
of swallowing.
His hand
too small for his skin
rests on her chest
like a tiny pale glove
as though the body arrives first
sends word
to the magic
it is safe
there is love here
please come
fill me up.