It was gentle and it was wanting. I tried to inhale you. In truth, you were wearing me, we were fused; there was no way to get any closer. But I wanted to be inside you, cradled in the safety of your rib cage, close to that heart of yours. I wanted to eat it, I wanted to be it. I wanted to get so close to you we wouldn’t be able to see the seams. Was that desire unhealthy?
