Mother is my marker,
Mother is my marker!
Mother is my mind,
And I her minder.
Somewhere outside frosted shells,
Dancing in the light
Spreads you thin.
Oh, life acquired a willy-wag tail
To outlive the eldest tree trunk---
Do you reciprocate?
There, called Life to some,
was where I came to be.
I didn’t do it for elaborate sincerity…
I’d doodled and compounded,
that this is where my love
should be founded.
On a breakaway wall
two words etched:
Me + You
If you could see
my black ship
linger on a port,
you’d sound about
right on point.
Chortled he did,
finding me on my perch -
delight smeared on him,
hunched over and happy.
He knew I could dim
the hard-noise with my
noisier chirps….
He, being my whole embrace.
He called me Murphy,
I knew him as Jack, and I
loved the words “something borrowed, something new” to describe how he’d thrown his lovely person from view,
telling me:
My wings only fly me to you.
Mother is my marker!
Mother is my mind,
And I her minder.
Somewhere outside frosted shells,
Dancing in the light
Spreads you thin.
Oh, life acquired a willy-wag tail
To outlive the eldest tree trunk---
Do you reciprocate?
There, called Life to some,
was where I came to be.
I didn’t do it for elaborate sincerity…
I’d doodled and compounded,
that this is where my love
should be founded.
On a breakaway wall
two words etched:
Me + You
If you could see
my black ship
linger on a port,
you’d sound about
right on point.
Chortled he did,
finding me on my perch -
delight smeared on him,
hunched over and happy.
He knew I could dim
the hard-noise with my
noisier chirps….
He, being my whole embrace.
He called me Murphy,
I knew him as Jack, and I
loved the words “something borrowed, something new” to describe how he’d thrown his lovely person from view,
telling me:
My wings only fly me to you.
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