Swallowed

by Meg Smitherman

In this moment, I know that we are all connected, from the worms in the dirt to the beacon-bright stars at the farthest edge of the galaxy.

I could stand here forever until I starve to death and collapse into nothing. I could do it happily.

Doesn’t he know I can’t think of anything else when he’s this close to me? I wish he’d go away. But he just stands there, looking up at the stars.

Sink in with me. Decay with me. Become bones with me.

I want him to kiss me until the forest grows over us and around us, absorbing and consuming.