It's dead

I feel you changing shape inside me

The you that sits across from me

Is changing too

The you I’ve made for me 

With appendage and grippable

Hips and soft belly

Is shifting I’m watching you shift 

I’m feeling memory tug and mold

The clay of our love

Into something different 

Can it please be a pea vine

Or fava blossom

Can I please know when to harvest and when to rest