Thursday, September 6, 2007

Baby Love

Every night you call to me
helpless and hungry
And every night I get up
sick, tired and devoted.

When I hold you up to the mirror
and tell you how adorable you are
you shyly hide your face
then peek again for reassurance.

Its like peeling back skin.
baring this blooded flesh
It stings like hell,
This falling in love.

How strange our human heart
that flourishes only
under a baby's
innocent scourge.