Bathing in the Dark Liquid swishes past your ears, between your toes, through tiny fingers. You open your eyes and see Light but it is dim, You are protected by a shade of mother's skin, like when I close my eyes and the sun leaks in. I sink again into the tub and feel the water grow cold, as it never did for you. It slides away over my body, as I rise slippery to your cry and am born cold and heavy into the world, as you were born, cold and heavy into my world, summoned by my cry eleven weeks ago.