With



baby with massive awesome presence, overwhelmed
beside him.. couch and television
while we were holding hands in spirit
our legs brushed gently when we moved
the pillows I lay upon were his lap and shoulder
I sighed when company left the room
and baby was left with me in semi-private
I lay on my baby's side and he played with my hair
we were afraid to do anything but to touch
elbows and forearms and heads, and let our
bodies pressing beneath feel their own way
while our hands and lips led other lives
and daydreamed.

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