Delicately, you ******* over.
Press your fingers to the brink of the horizon
The gentle curve of the sun
Wrapped around the earth.

Oh, ever gentler.
For you might tilt the world askew, with too much force
Oh, ever gentler; I’ll help you learn
To tip toe

Delicacy, never rush such a discovery
Our glances touch, ever slightly
As we understand greater differences and
Common interests.

Back and forth, I pace.
Careful not to wake the sleeping baby.
Back and forth,
Remembering.
I pace, envisioning.
While you lie, closed eyes,
Enlightening
The dark, and
Releasing
Closed hearts.

I feel too lucky to fall asleep.
Counting, counting backwards, counting sheep,

I start counting my blessings
but by the time I get over my excitement
from Blessing Number One
it is black outside and
cozy in my mind and
I've laid here, giggling, awake all night long.