Waking with you

You won’t move

till I move over 

to the bridge

of the bed 

wool waves blanket

the floor pillows

our flowers to

rest our heads

in the morning

your hair smells

like lilacs & sweat

little hands move

over my breasts

fast fast then slow

circle my nipples

no baby no milk

flows anymore

you don’t know

or don’t want to

a pool of water

is contained

in the sea 

the same fish 

swim in you

that swim in me

Ana know

I will sing

for your under

water no

matter

it kills or 

fills me