Surprise

Move in me, dear:

the different love beside my other part and below

the blessed one with thorns. 

You are an element not whole of me, but you still fill the secret spaces. 

Your skin's red shade is a mystery but also as close as 

my morning awakening. 

You have me at the green screens, waiting for the next flash of color.

Growing

Wriggling across the landscape: both frozen and with sprawling vegetation:

Her skinny digits  begin their first exploration.

I want her to try it, to delight in it. 

But this wars with the 

tiny body curled on my rib cage.

She is from me: a beautiful mess pulled

from a broken body. 

I want her to be: the bird burrowed in its nest, a wax sculpture. Instead she is the plane's exhaust in a blue sky, the charging bull.