#morningsong
I reset the clock and sent you away
at the correct hour you will cry your arrival
to take your place among the elements
We moan and play and push you forward. The future.
We have visions of you, a being already
keeping us safe. We cover the walls with your image in paint.
I will be your mother
when I see in the mirror the future
that I mean to give you
At night, I think I hear your breath
the echoes of our own. I wake to listen:
You move beyond my ear
I cry, and wrap the blankets tighter around
my naked body shivering
I press my mouth against my lover’s back. The pillow we share
lulls me back into sleep. And I hear you now
faint whispered sighs;
that fade away in the morning.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC