poem, poetry, Uncategorized

your many others

careful joy crying
how the harbinger does
circle toward the vow

i set you down to see me
and a giggle goes right to
a stern line brow
fascinated by my face
on a face of many others
so telling is trying

for long i have felt a smiling
but it sits inside me out
tucks to find a smile where meeting breast to mouth

in the bath, the first wrinkles
touch your hands, see you are
older than i am, after all, i cry about you

out the tub comes the searching smile
that makes me yours of many others
see the little harbinger
careful joy crying
make me yours of many others

 

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