Hand On Your Belly
As hot as it was outside
my hand was as cold
as the coldest day of winter
holding the plastic condensing cup
of freshly brewed ice tea
it was like time was frozen
Taking a step closer
you asked if I wanted to touch your belly
a secret hot & soft
needing to be told
I smiled
and watched the dwindling distance
kept between us disappear
and with my hand on your belly
I felt the weight of your world growing
It never seemed that we spent that much time together
but time wasn’t something we really believed in
-- Linda Vigil