Becoming Edible: poems - Paperback

by Anne Wesley Jones (Author)

Join me in this act

of marrow-making, spinning songsfrom print to eye to mind:
Darling, you are welcometo make yourselfa nest, pallet, place to restbetween my breasts-nothing fancy, only featherspinioned to puckered skin.There you are, snuggle in, match up our heartbeats.And so
we inhale - exhale, on repeat untilwe don't need to anymore.These lines are how
I hold you; feel it?This is how you arebeloved, held.