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I rock you close
fragile little bundle I call you JOY you're sometimes only days old sometimes absent without notice while I impatiently anticipate your return immutable inscrutable I call you joy but you fall through the intimate spaces of my small hands evading me wanting to be on your own-- you have your own place with a lsecret ock and key you're evasive have a schedule of your own when I find you or you return I'm relieved to see you home sleeping with you wrapped within my arms the warmth you radiate warms me I hold you gently inhale your perfume closing my eyes to curl my toes a frisson A SHIMMER I SHIVER AT THE THOUGHT OF YOU-- thrilling precious fragment that you are I swear an oath to cherish you cherish you always think of me as a space a home you can return to and be yourself precious fragile little bundle I call joy. LEGAL COPYRIGHT 12:28PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME NOVEMBER 4 2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED. AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET LEGAL COPYRIGHT for Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted and REGISTERED SITE TITLE: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT--WORLD the older I get, the greater at times, is the potential to lose someone some idea, something, precious. this is partially what this poem is attempting to express...and also to appreciate when you are in that moment with someone, that idea, that especially sentient being and relish it. Vote for this poem |
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