Stranded at the tides,
from
nights of memories licking clay
She —
rolls with the mudflats,

and at the
edge of Her passage
I become abysses
entering the abyssal heart.

Am I the stone?
She pierces through — and mouths emerge
from the bottom of
Her swallowing

Mouth.
Can we call Her the Supreme Swallower?

So I dreamt of Her presence
long before Her presence.

That She glides and sways within your body
and becomes you
to grasp my belly and

incidentally devours my right kidney
— how important

Should I call Her the Ecstatic Devourer ?