Reading

Young tummies
pressed into the floor
Our elbows sore from the grain
of the carpet
Turning and turning pages
his little side right next to mine
touching such a little
bit of me
yet all of him
Sunshine from the window
then lamplight from the desk
set his little boy buzz
to glowing
around the edges
His rounded chin and cheeks
all one curve of soft
grabbed their share of warmth
His little jaw working
backward and forward
in concentration, his smooth
tiny tongue between his teeth