I woke up adrift this morning
Guilt a million leagues deep

Nothing done is undone
This Morning
Apologies do not come free

The sun which glistens
Upon the drops
Between my moistened
Thighs

Carry this morning's
Sin

Trembling ashamed
Of the lust which came
Into me last night

My mouth has forsworn this place
My darling, forgive me
Please

Of the low hanging fruit I partook
Above the devils knees
Writhing snakes within me bid

Eat

The meat is
ripe and sweet

I count the hours in diapers, wipes, formula and tiny prepackaged jars of mashed food.

I count the weeks in early morning babble, and bedtime stories. In cuddles.  

I count the months in doctors appointments and milestones; first teeth, rolling, talking, crawling, walking.  

I count my heart beats when they stop because of tumbles, rolls and kabonka bonks.

I count my smiles in discovery, first aided and unaided steps; when small things to me seem so big and new to him.

I count my tears in sleepless nights, upset tummies, and runny noses.

But if you ask me the time, or what day it is, I won't be able to tell you. Because I count time in moments. They go by so fast, and if I stop to blink or give you the time I will miss them.

Where does solitude go
when I close my eyes at night
When the lights go out
does it disappear
Or does it cuddle up between the sheets
If so, who are all of these people I see
as I sleep
Are all these faces solitudes way of trying to comfort me?