BABY

The first time he called her "baby"
she could feel her tummy breathe
forming a sensation that
left a knot in her throat
Was it his voice
the expression on his face
the need in his eyes
Baby felt like a baby
His baby ... only his!
Today, he calls her baby
She holds her breath
waiting for her tummy to breathe again
like always
anticipating the sensation
that will travel through her spine
and hit her throat
leaving an elegant knot
Not today!
Baby does not feel like a baby
His baby
Baby feels like a woman
a grown woman slapped awake
from an endless dream
She prays silently
"call me "baby" again,
I need to feel like your baby"
"Baby" he says
as if in answer to her prayer
aware of it's potency 
She gulps in spring air
She feels nothing
Her tummy has lost its ability to breathe
She is not his baby anymore
"I am not your baby"
She timidly verbalises the realisation
He is quiet
He knows its deep
Baby knows he will never call her baby again
He just lost one more power