I watch you place your hands upon your hips
and trace them to your belly, where they pause.
I watch your subtle, gentle fingertips
trace lovingly and linger where the cause
of this, your life’s creation makes you smile
again, like when you kissed me, skin to skin,
like countless years of love was worth your while
to bear another child of mine within
your perfect body. Perfectly you turn
to find my eyes upon your reverie
of life. What wistful thoughts can you discern?
Does life create rapport? You move to me
and move my hands with yours upon the place
that bears the love, the warmth of our embrace.