can the body learn

giving older words a home here

can the soul know what the body does not? can the body learn? you didn’t come from my flesh, but sometimes still it seems you’d crawl into it if i let you. the fruition of whispered promises i made in dark rooms as i held your frail infant forms against the bare skin of my chest and swore to be what you needed for as long as you needed it.can the soul know what the body does not? can the body learn? i know every fresh freckle as they arrive on your perfect bodies and the thought of them no longer before me leaves a caustic cavern in my chest and tears in my eyes on a sunny afternoon in the kitchen while you both sleep soundly above my head. God. for. bid. can the soul know what the body does not? can the body learn? mine has memorized the sound of your morning feet padding floorboards to find me. my arms held out in the garden. at the counter pouring a second cup. on the sofa wrapped around a book. the blanket lifted, a wing, to welcome you up, under, in as your sleepy fingers find the edges of my face. mama. can the soul know what the body does not? can the body learn?