Corpus Amor

4 Feb

She climbs into my lap and reaches for my under-chin. Chubby fingers, sticky from unknowns, prod the softness, demand all of me. My arm winds around her waist, chubbiness stacked on chubbiness, firm, plump, with all the resilience of the Fearsome Fours. Our heads meet, mine crowned with sleekness, hers buoyant with curls, and we breathe the breath we once shared, tucked away in primal spaces, in a bubble that was fiercely ours. “I laau you, Mamma,” she murmurs into my folds, “and Mamma loves Baby,” I croon back. And all around us, the universe echoes, the rocking, the touching, the exhaling of need, for surely no mother and child, and every single one, mirror these crannies between us.

7 Responses to “Corpus Amor”

  1. jyothy February 5, 2012 at 6:32 pm #


  2. dipali February 6, 2012 at 12:53 am #

    So lovely that tears pricked eyelids, remembering days long past.

  3. M... February 7, 2012 at 1:17 am #

    Yes Yes, I have been missing 🙂 I have missed pseudo stalking you also 🙂

    Read everything I missed and loved the Womens Wen interview 🙂

  4. Orange Jammies February 7, 2012 at 8:41 pm #

    jyothy: Thank you. 🙂

    dipali: 😦 Hug?

    M…: 😀

  5. Roxana February 8, 2012 at 12:58 am #

    Lovely! You write so beautifully because you feel so beautifully (wait, you get what I am trying to say, don’t you?). Loved the WW interview. I’ve always loved reading what you write about your dad; what you spoke of him that day made me love him more, because he sounds so much like mine!

  6. rajni February 8, 2012 at 6:23 am #

    Loved it.

  7. Orange Jammies February 22, 2012 at 12:11 pm #

    Roxana: Does he? 🙂 Your daddy must be very special then.

    rajni: Thanks, Rajni! Hugs.

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