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 ?






