Love-Child
Hugging his belly against my womb
He chimes exuberance galore
Through the placenta of my soul
And chase my hum in a strum
Like a frisking fawn
With melodies stacked
Under a banished bay
Drenched in kaleidoscopic notes
We gather them with bare hands
To compose the sky mottled gray
Like a charismatic vowel
Dilating a barren consonant
He conducts
In return, I relax his taut nerves
In stage jitters
Or fasten his aplomb
Raising him over my head
Like a tree on a mountain top
Thanking the intangible
We toast the world
I bow to its awe in a nimbus of cheer
They see a halo upon my dear
Unripple
Take a trip to the salutary mountains
Bare—until it carves a canyon in your veins
Slowly the heart turns turquoise, body disappears
Crocheting a lucid silence, you and the lake shares
Sway in its blushing meadow
Learn the sweet smell of today
Drown its unshakeable island
With every flight
Then Spread wide open
Amidst this overcast expanse—
Fertile winds flip the pages
Let pearly drizzle awash them
