Breathing in and out;

“This round, fat curve of mine

Pressed against your muscular lines,

Silhouette the soft pillows side by side

And change the dark colours of the sky.

Add gentle music, lighten the hue.

There ought to be a bird or two

Leaning into one another, nesting

My round belly on your hairy one, resting”

she whispers,

breathing in and out.