She licks the petal edge of her lips
and kicks with easy joy
in the peach morning light,
exclaiming her ahs,
holding tightly to everything
that falls into her hands.
I make lists over morning coffee,
all of the musts
swirling in a thick steam of worry
and tender thoughts dulled
by the hour of day.
In our sleep, we dream about each other,
faces we’ve memorized intently,
so that I carry her
into every dark place―my sweet blue song,
mink-soft hair against my cheek.
I lift her weight to my chest,
wrap my arms around all of her,
and whisper, you are everything.
Together, we are the perfect sum,
like sun and sky,
each holding the other up.
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