Five more minutes with you, my love.
Our bodies entwined,
sewn together by ribbons of love.

Rest your head in the crook of my neck, my sweet boy.
Let your mind surrender to peace.
For here time stands still,
silent promises, whispers of love.

In your embrace I am forever safe.
Warmth blossoms from your hazel eyes,
that perfect smile, your gentle touch
where love resides.

Five more minutes with you, my love.
Our bodies wrapped together - a perfect fit,
souls dancing forever unbound.

Constellations on her face
I trace,
a sea of stars illuminate up above
with all their grace.

A glowing pearl her accessory;
the moon,
casting its beauty, glowing softly
upon the earth’s face.

An ombre of blue and black;
her aura
a serene atmosphere,
a silent lullaby for this place.

And me,
her admirer,
wrapped in her blanket of tranquillity
feeling safe in this warm embrace.

maybe the stars aligned for us that day,
or maybe they didn't
but the moon cast its beauty onto you
and i was struck by your glowing face,
those luminous eyes sparkling up at me.
oh moon-child,
silver son,
darling boy,
you are my blessing from the heavens above.

She walks up to me curiously,
Head-tilted; her innocent eyes stare into me.
Constellations on her face - I count one, two, three blinks followed by a grin.
A child sees herself for the first time.

Now she’s taller, her face a little broader
she looks into me;
a smile replaced by a frown, she pulls back
inspecting every line that marks her skin

then returns with paint which she brushes over her skin.
It marks her eyes, her lips; her cheeks
full of pink as she admires her work.

The paint never washes off, you see, it stains.
She returns to me regularly, rivers of ink running down her face,
her eyes clouded; the illusion of beauty hangs in the air.

Society’s product stands before me, reflections of her.

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I’m no longer a kid.
I care what people think of me;
the way I act,
the way I look,
the clothes I wear.

I’m no longer a kid.
Back then, letters were only building blocks used for spelling,
Why do they now mark the corner of my work?
Why do they determine my academic future?

I’m no longer a kid.
My tears are no longer spilled over a grazed knee
For now they pour over anxious thoughts-
Will they ever stop falling?

I'm no longer a kid.
We were told to be bodies full of kindness,
because everyone deserves love.
Why are some people treated differently?

I’m no longer a kid.
The world has opened up it’s true self to me
and now I drown in it.

-thelosstpoetjournals