Privilege

I can hear her breathing
And my breath speeds up to match
I can smell her skin and feel
Her hands reach up to catch

I can see her grinning hard
With her teeth bared broad and white
And I can touch her skin when she
Is nursing in the night

I can taste her when I kiss
A bruised and dirty hand
And I can feel her hand in mine
She likes to hold my hand

Her hands are strong and broad and small
Her hands are tanned light brown
Her hands reach out and choose to touch
Her hands pull cuddles down

Her hands can talk, with sign and push,
And dance with songs, and wave -
Her hands first reached for those she loved
On her third living day.