baby dust

baby dust…

just a sprinkle’

will do me as we fall longingly into’

lust.

this baby dust ,

this baby dust,

this rusty fallopian tube.

a spoon,

a plate and a dish.

your forking me again.

sex is our dirty little –

married secret.

what now?

what else?

pregnancy, childbirth, labor-

the erosion of moments

the erosion of memories.

if i recall how badly,

this will be hurting me,

i will never do it again.

baby dust.