Warm Belly


without knowing,
with knowing all
i entered your arms
and you held me.

at a hint of separation —
i reacted
and recoiled
only to lose you
all the more…

with bumps
with bruises
i come to you again.

with arms open,
hugging your belly
warm and
dense and
sweet…

i am no longer afraid —

the illusion
that we were ever apart —

gone.

i smack my lips
in gratitude
to you.

October 2008

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