Heart to Heart
In the soft blue hovering
haze of dawn you hold
my belly between your
hands and head, soft curls
and rough brush of unshaven
cheek, you whisper in a
voice that is between you
two only, soft and silly
and turning over rocks to
discover what lives beneath.
I laugh; baby learns your
voice with the trill of
my abdomen muscles—
tiny excited waves and
shuddering after quakes.
This morning, you tell baby,
I love you and what should
have been unsurprising
occurs to me: that you,
we, I might love this
unknown being still a part
of me, as if I would love
an organ that is simply
doing its job. It grows
only as I know my own
growth, breathes only as I
know my own breath, how
much my heart is full or
still has room for filling.
by Johanna DeBiase
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Pregnancy Poetry | admin May 28, 2009
