Baby

You’ been bakin’, little bean,

bent bolly and basted.

Bound backwards but boorish

below the belligerent bump.

The bringer of biopsy breaks

abscission. You balk,

begrudgingly bouncing beyond to

blow bellows and babble.

Beauty besets bedside but

you’d better bathe,

They bridle you in bonnet and

bib and blanket.

You board my embrace,

bestowing a benevolent, bleary, blessed blip

of breath.

Breath!

I am brainwashed by bliss.