2012-08-10T01:03:58-04:00August 10th, 2012|Parenthood|

Monkey bars and bathwater

I crawl in beside him
he smells like monkey bars
and bathwater

he says e-i-e-i-o
in his sleep
and I laugh out loud
in the dark

I press my face
against his back
his heart thuds gently
like a moth
in the cup of my hand

I can’t think of anything smoother
than his skin
except maybe the ocean
last weekend
it was the first time I’d swam that far
since having him
I dove under its peel
feeling guilty
and free.

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