sleeping with penguins

quiet music from the room
the Penguin Café Orchestra
swinging something classical
 
through the open window
birds singing
 
I stand at the door
a soft sheet wraps her waist
 
against a breast
our new-born son
makes contented baby sounds
 
her milk trickles his chin
 
both are sleeping
 
I climb on the bed
lean my head
against
and put my lips
to
her baby-free breast
 
the pasture scent
of our son’s head
 
the misty glaze
of perspiration
 
the music
the birdsong
 
her breathing
baby’s purring
 
an intoxication
 
caught in the music
I close my eyes
 
and picture dancing
and more than dancing
I am pirouetting
with an exaltation of strangers
 
I hug them
they hug me
 
we laugh together
we sweat together
 
I drift to sleep
 
Horace Silver’s
Mexican Hip Dance
wakes me
 
mother and baby have not stirred
 
I slide from the bed
 
Sunday morning
life is sweet

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Guaj

Very rosy side of life we all yearned for at some point or another. Also sleeping with penguins is much better than sleeping with the fishes.
Nostalgia will grab your audience with this is you perform it, but it would also be good in you upcoming book.

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