A Poem: In Utero

When I think of you my stomach fills with butterflies
Brushing their frantic powdered wings against my rib cage
Stealing my breath in hushed flutter
Rapid and afraid of the motion
I touch you through skin and fluid
Envisioning your toes and hands
Imagining my fingers skiing the slope of your nose
Outlining the “O” of your mouth
Pressing sloppy-slobber kisses on your square belly
We search each other’s eyes for recognition
Seeing our ancestors reflected in shades of hazel
Gracefully clumsy we fumble en route to bliss
Taking awkward timid step toward unconditional love
To know you is to know myself gently
Patiently pacing away moments until we meet