for Lisa, Kerri, Ben, and Ron
To share the day our mothers bore
the weight of birth as underscore
to sex enjoyed with charity,
their clothes cast off familiarly,
bodies sung as eyes explored
consciousness tossed overboard.
I like to imagine years before
you conspired with me in parity
to share the day
of yesteryears our mothers bore
their body’s soliticious shore.
Our pre-breath solidarity
in utero dexterity, treading water
in mother’s core, till time
to share the day.