Suckle
There is a certain slow restlessness in the south
It’s a subtle thing.
Stirring in the belly and chest
as if You were rich dirt inside
and, in the dark,
something is starting to take root.
Little tiny white roots
crawling and pushing their way
through
Your stomach
and into Your chest
and up into Your throat
and down
through Your guts
and into Your thighs.
It comes
when the weather starts,
getting warm, and
everything begins,
waking up around You.
You stretch and
You breathe deeply and
You move always.
It is not
tingling
or tight
or electric
or constricting
like other sensations.
It is slow
and serpentine.
Taking root and working outwards.
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