nuzzling into my neck
soft baby locks
brushing my cheek
so that I coo more than the child
enraptured at the bundle
all floppy arms and lolling head
with those mystery eyes
opening at irregular intervals
checking the scenery
matching voice to face
and then retreating again
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
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