Tuck me into your fat,
nuzzle my cheek as I unravel
within your belly, escapee
of the prickly desert.
The microcosm of our macro-
molecular pouch births the bilayer
of sandwiched love, caught
in a furry blizzard of eyelash kisses,
tongue tangos, umbilical matrimony.
We’re hypodermic bygones,
tangled in a hop-hop interstice,
stitched to the convergent cells
of paws interlocked,
caked in dirt.