Words I borrow, as if belonging
could rise on the breath,
break an everlasting fall.
I fold close your long lankiness,
your 10 inscrutable years.
You smile into my shoulder,
sun shafting in a blue-brown face,
light that swallows you, lifts
your eyes of knotted dreams
and stories that disappear.
My boy, if only I could carry you back,
map a place where love began,
marrow stitch and heartwood song
to rest your faultless why.
But here you are,
scalding these arms
with your sweetness,
the sting of hope that still resists
the way a wanting quiets.
(for Mukutwarine)
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yes!! the way a wanting quiets.
the breathing of words into life – my poet goddess!
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OHHHH, they are all so beautiful, your boys!!
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❤️ your poetry is so amazing, as is your boy ❤️
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Yes, he is. He has such a kindness and warmth about him. I wish I could hug him every day.
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Absolute treasure, Earth Mama. Bless you for bringing these precious children to life in us as they always shall be in you . . . 💗
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Thank you, dear friend. I am weaving a record of love that I hope reaches them even across the ocean.
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