Unfolding...By Lea Anne Stoughton

by Lea Anne Stoughton

This is bigger than anything I’ve known before.
This could hurt.
I’m afraid,

But still I unfold myself for him.
And now he’s in me.
I mean, he’s in me.  

I stretch.

He’s knocking on the door to my innermost places.
He knocks and knocks
but that is a door I cannot open.

Sometimes I feel him withdraw, and I wonder,

will I bleed?