Sonnet to my Husband

Long I’ve carried heavy semblance of child:

Cheeks set high and back like bright medallions,

Organs smooth and brilliantly compiled 

Into contests of unsteady passions.

 

You perceive some lucency within me

Uncontrived, a vain conceit of fortune

Caught behind the battered eye. Still firmly

You rename it light, your prize and portion. 

 

I am loud with whirrings of deficient

Selfhood. You are truly nonmechanic, 

Stilled, a silent swell of sea proficient

In the calming of my brutal panic. 

 

Gracious sea-space, held in you the self breathes

Tall, in infant peace, because you love me.