loose (5.8.10)

each knot in your spine slides in place

throat taut like a rubber band about to break

stretched like the sound of his voice crying

to sleep

she tells me 

i feel calm but heavy

heavy

she tells me

there's no baby inside

inside

there's calm but heavy

blank papers

we look better covered

with each other

you grew on me

with your fingers washing through my hair

your glide down my back

yours in my mouth

yours in mine

your cells dying as i held them

here

and there

yours in mine

in the asking stage