Becoming Gravity

I am heavy an enormous beast a megalith made of mud a wide basket of stony faces sluggish dragging a shape HUGE a fluctuating undulating salty water bag barely contained contained seeking flailing squirming for perforation pleading for PUNCTURE and so it was becoming gravity she flooded blushed and waved spreading without shame a merciless

breakfast friend

she ate pastry from my fingertips watching me wanting like a small man pacing pecking tasting the air my lips tilted upward and light like a feather-feeling sunshine shifted across her glossy back warming my chest deep into the hollow there I could have caught her shadow with my sugared hands but I thought it