Before the Crayons Take Over

Tell Me
whisper it in the tones
we used before
when there was quiet
when we were not talking

Make me remember
in moments only you and I see
Show it to me
before the future wakes up
and there is Kool-Aid in our wine glasses
And dessert wine in the sippy cups
because it is coming

so beautiful in our tomorrows
it is cooing, crawling, smiling, walking
into moments that make me forget
that we did exsit
before
make me remember
before the crayons take over

when wax was not colors but candles
and memories
made spontainous
against walls were strong and hard
as slick and hot as anything between bed sheets
kiss it into my collarbone
swirl it
sweet and shiny with your tounge
bite me like I deserve you
in our pleasure

because the crayons are coming
the alphabet blocks are in the living room
and the bassinet is near our bed
close enough for stubbed toes
tossed clothes and stifled moans
silent pleasures stolen when ever
naps occur
pausing only for restless tossing
silent as if we are a burden
tell me you remember

before our home was child proof
we were young and stupid and young
and we knew that was the beauty of our time
you were mine and mine alone
you made me
glad to be a woman
show me
again
before the crayons take over