your warped limbs
dance under the sway of your breath
your notched fingers
wind around the minerals of your toes
you are light
and your capillary rivers
pulse with nothing grander than life
you are an everlasting cycle of rebirth
your heart is heavy
and although you tremble
benevolence remains in your eaves
mother,
you are taken for granted
but your tidepool eyes
and mossy complexion
are the work of nothing less
than the waves of the cosmos
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
your warped limbs
dance under the sway of your breath
your notched fingers
wind around the minerals of your toes
you are light
and your capillary rivers
pulse with nothing grander than life
you are an everlasting cycle of rebirth
your heart is heavy
and although you tremble
benevolence remains in your eaves
mother,
you are taken for granted
but your tidepool eyes
and mossy complexion
are the work of nothing less
than the waves of the cosmos
