like molasses you are over me
clinging, sticky in your demands
tiny pursed mouth opened to a
black hole of you, of
squirming pouting need.
needs of being 2 on this planet.
Soon, sooner than I think
sooner than warned
you will shun my aching arms, you who
finds me, prone
1 am, blurry eyed dragging teddy wordlessly
your airsoft skin gentle on mine, perfect
scented head on my pillow. The candy of an age.
My girlchild to
womanchild to woman, no child.
yet I will always have this child.
I cast my eyes into your future. I cast
lines north to south for
warm mornings, cereal that stays in bowls
wet kisses, tears. They find themselves
I shall hand you reeds to breathe above this. I shall
grasp your hand tighter down stairs. I shall
paint stories with the greenery that frames your
tiny impish glow.
Honeychild, let the bees come. Your sweetness
flows freely as it should.
(originally written in 2007-wanted to post tonight, but lazy, thought I’d rework this a bit.)