Baby
Then your skull in the palm of my hand
plucked from your sleep,
furled and dense,
until you suckled yourself soft.
I felt your sigh in my soul, with the other parts of you –
cheeks hard with heat, your toes in my mouth.
I could eat you up,
put you back inside me.
Nights and nights when you made me animal,
hungry for your skin.
You gasped and I found you, inhaling the same air.
Now your secrets, your new shirt and that way you smile at your phone
‘Love you, mum’
as you close the door behind you.
