like a faith child

At the cost of loss
we make the jump,
make the cake,
make our face.
Drift back to down;
without the embrace,
a front lawn,
a lion's yawn-- mixing
in the drink, the fixed teeth.
A pinata, wrapped like a dead Jesus
in paper mache-- bust
out the lollipops, the round chocolate chews--
children scatter all afternoon, between the trees,
climbing on our knees and sofa.
At night, belly to belly, you pull out early--
because of the day, because of the babies with milk breath..
because we already discussed this--what we don't want.
My breasts still ripe, you sigh at the ceiling--
I think this is why.