Cover me
I want to be the baby
that you hold against your breast.
I want to feel your nipple find my tongue
and rise and bleed soft milk all over me.
I want your flesh to be a cloud that covers me;
my fingers be the roots that hold and move you.
All of me the soil that enters and protects you.
I want to grow inside you
and make your flesh an orchard,
where wild flowers grow and bloom.
I want to be the rain that covers you
and opens you and binds you to the storm.