Burrow

If I could open a tunnel
from my bellybutton,
would you crawl through?
Advancing amongst 
the flesh and the gristle;
Guts pushed aside,
a low grumble.

Would you get up to
your shoulders in me?
Your waist? Your thighs?
Or disappear completely,
leaving nothing behind
but the dead weight of you,
huddled in my abdomen.

~ written July/August 2025