Sling Diaries II: connection

connection is often unsaid
is when we're in a foreign place,
among sights wondrous,
smells exotic, sounds unfamiliar,
and you're held in close,
hands gripping my top,
cooing and humming
and starring wide-eyed,
smiling at onlookers,
then sleepily
gazing at tile
and leather,
before nuzzling in
like hundreds of times before,
breathing in rhythm with mine,
head buried against my chest,
and dreaming..

you against me,
as you once you were inside such a tiny babe,
and now outside, as my growing boy...

(the above diary was captured in the great labyrinthine souk of Marrakech, when we were in Morocco last month. 
mama and babe are wearing Simple silk sling by Sakura Bloom in Spruce)