Dec 2014
I don't think there's a greater
exchange of pure love
as when a child looks up
hugging my thighs,
as I gaze down into their eyes,
beaming gratitude and joy,
thanking the Lord in the sky
for such a creature,
for this specific pearl
of a being's magic,
for their adorable existence,
in this mad impersonal sea,
relentlessly pounding on me.
This child's opulence is everything.
exchange of pure love
as when a child looks up
hugging my thighs,
as I gaze down into their eyes,
beaming gratitude and joy,
thanking the Lord in the sky
for such a creature,
for this specific pearl
of a being's magic,
for their adorable existence,
in this mad impersonal sea,
relentlessly pounding on me.
This child's opulence is everything.
Of my series "Progeny " for my Goddaughter Dinah, my Irish Mexican princess. In my eyes, she is salvation. In her eyes, I belong to her. As does everyone she loves. She refers to me as "hers". Possessive Lil Scorpio.
(Hell, California)
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