This existence 

Is quite acute; I turn my back 

You swim to the edge of my spine 

My hair, upturned, degrees of want 

Hands make a nerve, their contents 

Equally colorsmear an afterglow

If this is not a fucking declaration 

That I love you, know you, unknow you

It leads the furthest depths of us 

To survive, reside, till night covers

And the sun decides to learn patience

Drawing us back, green leaf, duplicity

23 twinkles

My womb sobs for you.

I am stronger with every tear, as if something greater than both us pointed beams of light, setting my skin to dry.

In this reclusiveness, the loveliest parts of you, dangle in dance, a never ending lullaby.


Happy 23rd birthday kiddo, love mom.