for Chris Martin
To you
through whom

these sudden days
blowse & hum

thirst & quench
a tide of tensing trees

days tick by
beats in a song

my body grows
fuller each day

I think my life
has always been

for this quiet
darkness

your forehead
& eyelashes

face pressed
to my breast

your skin a texture
electrifying

my fingertips
wool on cotton

wool on glass
the fibers rise

& I can't sleep
for being alive


About this poem
"'After the First Child, the Second' was composed when I was about 12 weeks pregnant with my second child. I felt suddenly that I should write as many love poems for my husband as possible in the window of time before the next baby absorbed both of us entirely. My poems are, I think, always at their best when they are urgent."
-Mary Austin Speaker

About Mary Austin Speaker
Mary Austin Speaker is the author of "The Bridge" (Shearsman Books, 2016). She lives in Minneapolis, where she designs books for several publishers and co-edits Society Editions, a new publication project about poetry and power.

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(c) 2016 Mary Austin Speaker. Originally published in Poem-a-Day, www.poets.org. Distributed by King Features Syndicate