Child's Play

She bounces on up and down
on her bicycle seat
like a drop of spit on a griddle,
so intent is she
on the race and her need to pedal.

We piss on each other in the shower,
the whole time giggle
while enjoying the sudsing up:
each crack, each wrinkle.

And sometimes I bite her ass.
Every time she squeaks
because it’s always a surprise,
yes that, and gentle.

More often, put our arms around pain
on those days of strain
and such loss
as may come tomorrow.

Not all life and loving is fun.
It’s a lifetime run.
You hug each other’s joy
and together hold close your sorrows.