I wish to climb inside of you
sweet, to be cradled my small body
warmed by yours, heated.
I’d shape my body as a walnut
round edges and soft youth
shrunk to where you can hold me
this body will raise unfettered
glorious as part of you
flesh blood and years.
Gift me this time. Gift me
your moments, hands held in quiet snowbanks
kisses on eyelids and fingertips
the squaling of your newborn hold me here
in your hot belly, tell me stories.
Give them wings, glued satin to their backs
your lovers, give them seasoned breath which
reeks of yesterday and gift them forgiveness for
breaking the heart that I wish to listen to
Bring me to you. Wrap me in
denim and petals from the wild tree you planted
scent me with memory and years uncounted,
let my small fingers pull from your lips
the aching wisdom I desire.