today is national poem in your pocket day.
this is the one i always want to carry in mine. my first love...
It's a joy to be subtracted from the world.
It's a joy to be subtracted from the world. Holding my son's naked body against my own, all I feel is what he is. I cannot feel my own skin. I cannot feel myself touching him, but I can recognize his hair, the heft of his body, his warmth, his weight. I cannot measure my own being, my subtle boundaries, but I know my son's arms, the drape of his legs, smooth and warm in a shape I can measure. I have become such a fine thing, the resting-place for a body I can know.
From "Pleasure" Copyright 2006 by Gary Young. Published by Heyday Books
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