dearest little'un


dearest one,

I am waiting
differently this time,
a necessary waiting -
a pause
for stirring,
and growing
expanding,
preparing
in little ways each moment,
a tiny flutter of butterflies,
an awakening of some
kind of ancient love,
conversations late into the night
with my lover's hand against
the place -
you are
dancing,
its strange -
and wonderful
to imagine life
in a few more months
with you in our arms,
with so so much you.

x