without knowing,
with knowing all
i entered your arms
and you held me.
at a hint of separation —
i reacted
and recoiled
only to lose you
all the more…
with bumps
with bruises
i come to you again.
with arms open,
hugging your belly
warm and
dense and
sweet…
i am no longer afraid —
the illusion
that we were ever apart —
gone.
i smack my lips
in gratitude
to you.
October 2008
Lindsay Kolasa 