by Justine C. Tajonera
The sound you make
is fainter than the sound
of rain softly falling outside
our windows.
I turn inwards
just to listen.
I cannot imagine yet
what whorls are forming
on your fingers
what dreams you might have
upon first waking.
I close my eyes
and try to see.
I try to think of my own mother,
humming, looking out the window,
waiting for me to touch her
through our barrier of skin.
I share her smile now.
I am waiting to see
yours.
6 comments:
Yes! The intimate and present memory of a lover. I like it very much.
It's interesting to see your interpretation. It *is* about intimacy but it was meant to be more specifically about motherhood. Thanks for dropping a line. :)
uyy... mom to be? congrats! :) ~ivy
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