A moaning cat in heat
His heartbeat- an earthquake under me.
Wrapping me in long branches- I’m suffocating.
At this point I’m not growing, I am elevating.
Legs knotted like ropes,
Getting tighter with every grope.
Hands gripped like a pit bull on a rope,
Like thanksgiving my stomach is full.
Our skin touching sounds like a piano.
I feel the blasting heat. It is a volcano.
Then a slow jolting release,
Like a dying patient- I cannot breathe.
Now there is a puddle like a typhoon.
Only God knows what’s in my womb.
Together we are worse than a hurricane,
Destroying each other with no regard to pain.
Every time I know this poison is toxic,
And I tell myself we will stop this.
But I still chase the eye of the tornado,
It is the only thing my heart knows.