i want to fall into the belly of God
vast and emminant
warm and soft
i am the sharp bug on His skin
bony and angles
burrowing and content
i want to feel His skin fold over me
dark and comforting
sleepy and shielded
i want the pink to engulf me
full and pregnant with
dreams and tenderness
then i can still hide in Him
safe and lulled
oblivion and solitude
and not see His face
until He stands and
i am at His red feet again
let Him lie at the back of my mind
in repose, surrounding but asleep.
i am afraid of when He wakes.
