Being your mom is
a sanctuary of stagnant
a Whirlwind Wonder Woman promise
I will never break

Your life echoes
strands of beads on a lake
connected unbearable lights of life
I softly dive in deep,
dare not rupture the reflection
Nothing would exist on my water without you, moon

Before you, my land was rich.
full of watercolor classes. Belaying up dumb mountains
unplanned every days. unapologetic free time. greasy backpacking travel.  fleeting lovers. autonomous breathing. degenerative friends. fake smoking cigarettes and sipping shot glasses of cafe in fancy European cities with my cool brothers.

I now have my ocean and my land
My skin is drenched in water and color
Your tears. Your bath time. Your painting masterpieces.
Your temporary tattoos sink into pigment
Sweet hazel eyes swallow me up
I hold your erratic curls and tame them with gumption only a mother could
Your songs are over and over and over again
all I hear are the ripples. the tide. mother child manatees.

Please never let this be temporary

Every day is unplanned dreams you share
a butterfly? a sigh? a reef?
I breathe when I lay you down right next to me
the way I did when I used to fake inhale exhale
along Parisian cityscapes
It is a bit different now
all premised with stuffies

Inhale--please let her never be touched by cruel humanity
Exhale--protect this sweet purity

This love is tangential
Mud turned to clay
Love exasperated by play.
A sophisticated love doting on
my beautiful feral

I now know I do not know a thing and I never will.