When she became to be
Within me
She strummed ribs,
Finger picking nylon bones to her fancy
Twirling among a galaxy of placenta
Knowing full well I would wiggle with her
My fleshy palms pressed upon apple core
Desperate to know if it was her elbow or heel or maybe even a shoulder blade
A Where's Waldo of who my baby would be
A Where's Waldo of your daddy and me

Now here she is

We find every part of ourselves ever lost
Within her
I see you in the pure sweetness of her eyes
A translucent mountain of green cane sugar
Like you,
Only the lucky ones get to witness the Emerald City
I see myself in the way she grips loose hair strands at my nape like an anchor
She holds on the way I have my whole life,
with vigor
she can't be left behind
In a world of brothers

What do we do with all of this life up to me and you?