Girl, there is magic in the air
Let us both embrace it
Be there for one another
Every hour and every minute
Girl, our togetherness
Will stand the test of time
This love of ours is golden
We can make our love shine

(explicit)

**** my soul
        with poetry
           scream out my gracious name
             slay me with words
               that peel my layers
                and simultaneously
                                   drive me
                                           insane

finger me slowly, hotly
with just the right rhythm and rhyme
    push me past my
                 tender limits
                       into tongues of syntax,
                                                      sublime

a­lliterate my senses
   (in swift stac
                    c-at
                           o)
until my mind is but blank verse
    mess up my stressed
              and unstressed syllables
in unsung language, versed

I will speak to you in vowels
(the only sound
       I will be able to make)
as you stroke
   my iambic pentameter
             in the heat of frothed-up
                                                     ache

we are this heroic couplet, you see
        even if the meaning seems veiled
           no need for simile or metaphor
               as I feel your chest rise
                              in deep inhale

we are a natural paradox
       so many ironies abound
         discordant harmony
is our synaesthesia
     in visible darkness found

and I love this delicious enjambment
as your aura invisibly slips
                               into mine
our lines have no beginning,
                                 no end
    as we undo
          the boundaries
                      of time

Well hello Abigail!
You look gorgeous, it's true.
Your smile and laugh really fits you.
Even though you fret or stress about your hair being undone,
it doesn't take away from you, always a load of fun.
I really love you, like a lot.
You make me happy even if I'm not.

The heart is more
like bone.
Weight-bearing.

With more impact,
fissures show
the tiny ways
a heart can break.

Scarring over.
Growing older
makes a heavy heart.

good morning little boy
bundled in blue,
today is beautiful
and so are you.


a gift from heaven
that God perfectly made,
you are worth a price,
it was very well paid.


two parents just smiling away,
oh baby boy,
how you've made their day

there are so many ways to define mother.
a woman who is blessed to conceive,
the person who raises you,
or someone who sticks around
          but
it's an entirely different definition for a mom.
and while I have a mother
and always have had a mother,
ive only recently found my
mom
a mom is a person to hug and cry in to
a mom is a person that you feel loved by.

and all of these years, a mother figure was standing tall,
          but immersed in the shadows was a *mom