Baby

Five drops of blood

They escape me in a flood

They are the things I cannot do

The things I never knew

I wish he’d stay; look back

Get me back on my track

Devour me in lusty sips

Taste my ear with soft brown nips

But really, he only stares;

and met with several glares,

Retreats; the lost advisor

Leaving me; the poor miser

In the morning he’ll be civil

Act like I won’t shrivel

Make me toast in a bed

littered with the things we never said

And we’ll sit; knees apart

watching strangers make lemon tart

But really I’m looking at his untamed face

Thinking about things I can’t retrace

And then slowly he’ll turn over- “I’m really tired”

But what, I think, about the kids you never sired?

I’ll sit in darkness with a whole in my chest

A pain in my tummy; a night without rest

In the morning sun will stream

with all the things I could not dream

Thinking about my baby-

he will come someday, maybe