Her eyes fluttered open after her legs
(hummingbirds and the parting of petals)
and the first thing she felt
was the way he filled her like a mold.
"I need you so much." He said
(have you ever been a craving?)
And her sigh was an acquiesce
To his acquisition of her body
Like a plot of land that he would plow
trusting him to let her bloom
(like sparrows and chariots)
Giving him time to sew (seeds)
himself back into place.