SUNSHOWERS

My Baby

My baby

stops the thunder in its tracks,

mothers the seasons to changing,

I believe.

I look to his mouth and

feel the sting of hunger, the

elixir of desire coating my

tongue.

He is the crystal I keep in

my wallet.

I called out his name and he

coughed out a flower.

He said it turns him on

when a woman isn't with

him just for her reputation as his.

Are we secret?

Are we alone now?

And did I ever tell you that

all the parts of my soul bow

before you when you grace

the room?

The gentleness of you is

something I'm not used to feeling,

and I feel shame even admitting

that.

I see my home when

I look at you,

and I feel a want within me

to be your home, too.

Your eyes scope out the

bleeding world for me,

I can sense that.

You come to me with the

agility of cats and consume

me.

You make me anew like

the spring morning that

breaks from the roots of

the night.

A lawn birthing rhododendron

is written in my heart any

time and every time you

breathe.

My baby is.