peach fuzz caught on the curved back
of my little curled creature.

carved in clay
chirped from the dust

timid sculpture
weathered crisp

at the cusp of your
organics

drool dews the downy where dreams dip
and dare brews of white lullabies
into static

your wet balmy breath drags and plucks my
rhythmic drum


a beat so wild
my little angel one
winnowed away
from heaven

gasping mud
the soul
came from