New Born12:24 AM
your barrel chest
that arches steeply
from your hidden little neck.
your small shoulders,
the curves of your wiry, flailing arms.
your hand grips my finger
how, if I get close enough,
I can feel your breath tingling and thrilling my skin.
Your satin hair makes the fairest crown;
your head cradles warm in my hands.
Those searching eyes open to me a brand new soul.
Your little waist, I love how it merges your taut tummy to your bowed and knobby legs.
Your feet, so wrinkled-sole dainty dangle just nicely when I'm cradling you in the crook of my arm.
I want to trace every line, kiss every smile, squeeze and stroke, caress and poke every inch of this dear child.
When I hold you close I soar.