Receptacle of all ingested,
of jellies
and jams, bits steaming and iced,
shredded, sliced —
hunger's workhorse bent
to the task,
to slake vast cells, ruminate,
assimilate, sizzling
cauldron of fomenting fear
and rumblings,
a pillow perfect for my lover's
head late in the night,
pressed to the floor, center
to center, spinning in orbit, round
and round,
out to the naked reaches.
