11/16/10

November rain

The dampness, the moisture, all the waterdrops in a day, our walking on wet leaves
morning; I feel their bodies moving near my body in our rooms the baby's body is the closest
love is this
in the morning, in the moisture, still remember sleep, still remembering those warm sheets
and blood streaming, hearts beating without visable effort, just the streaming, heartbeats
the breathing both within and around us
milk flowing her drinking at dawn, eyes closed
everything is silent
silently streaming, hearts are beating, questions asked and answered
what gratitude
for the yearning
for new days to come
for this damp day
for their love

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