lanuginous

wrong to covet
i know
pain comes from desire

but i see them and i long

those sweet milk-fed smiles
under lanuginous domes
tiny fingers grasping
dimpled cheeks
and feathery lashes
wide eyes voraciously
consuming the world

and i want

it may not
have been my fate
or it may
still yet become
my chances not all done

but as i hope and wait
my empty womb aches
and, just a little,
my heart breaks