it's kind of beautiful
the rorschach
pattern of milk
on my *******
the matching pair
of dark wet stains
that could just
as easily be
sweat
tears
or a gathering
of the filth
from too many years
spent wearing
an old t-shirt

he was beautiful
too
thick, full lips
I would have loved
to kiss
and they turned
down
like a bow
to match his mama
a pucker so sweet
it will surely
be missed

a three-part
nose like
his dad
resting on cheeks
that are too big
for his tiny
sweet face
but he gets
that from me
so i guess
it's ok

long fingers
on big hands
that looked strong
like his dad
and short toes
like me again
because I
suppose
the genes
of two people
in love just
happen to combine
in a perfect half
even when
the result
can never be
whole