I Remember... 38 Years Ago

To Peter Ten Days Before Turning Thirty-Eight

June’s dawn,

with its morning dove song

and fuzzy buttery light

probes my visceral memory.

I feel again your body

All wrapped up in nurturing membranes:

eyes closed, knees bent, pigeon-toed feet 

in a vibrant orb of life.

Your little bum

protruding under my elastic belly-skin

tight and smooth like an inflated balloon

A foot pressed on my bladder

and your hiccups  making me giggle.

You hid the mystery:

A boy or a girl?

A blond or a brunette?

An artist, an athlete, a joy, a sorrow?

You

consumed my days.

Shared my heartbeat.

Our lives

were perfectly in sync.

And now, thirty-eight years later,

As the sun stretches across the eastern sky

And the morning doves coo,

I remember

the wonder

of you.

June 13^th sunrise 5:10 AM

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