Reading a lot of Mary Oliver

Three Short Poems Written on Different Days

I've grown greedy to feel you move.

Such intimate communication I've never know. Until now, as you swim deep within my body--

my soul, cries out for you.

To know you is the greatest privilege of my life.

My hips ache these days,

as my body opens and

removes its self--

making room for someone else.

And so my body has grown and grown,

expanding as the summertime fruits.

We've grown ripe and plump together and

one day soon our bounty will drop amidst

thick juices of nurturance,

to be caught by willing hands,

not timid of the sticky and sweet.