In The Belly...

swarming, circling
figure 8's they're doing ---
God, she's smiling. Am I smiling? Maybe I should smile...
Oh, so full, crowding
blowing up a tornado-storming ----
She's laughing. That's a good sign, right? Turn up the charm...
those still left in cocoons
are bursting free soon -----
Please, Lord, don't let me do something stupid now...
it's too late, they've breached
salvation out of reach ------
What is she doing, is, is that...

...Her hand in mine,
and strangely, all fine.