KFP as a baby, yawning in a wicker basket
First
You lay in a clear bassinette, a treasure
on display. Except to you,
I was on display, too. Wrapped
like an enchilada in cotton,
your wide cocoa eyes
taking my measure. I thought
about a video shown
at parenting class, about how newborns
could imitate a simple movement.
And so, I stuck my tongue out,
protruding for a second,
then withdrawn. You gazed,
intrigued. I stuck it out
again, drew it back. Was I
imagining amusement, fluttering
across your face? The third time
my tongue protruded, and you
met the motion with
a tiny tongue thrust. The first
of so many firsts for us. To think,
how little we knew
about each other then, and yet
how bottomless my love.
