Saturday, October 16, 2010

Soapy Taste In The Mouth

Maëlle

Small bubble of laughter, teach me to be your innocence
singing silence to hear air float
our laughter and sweetness mixed repairs
ransacked the filial bond.

My soul breathes smoother
to be your mom when your tears
howl that you would not learn when your eyes catch
leaves dancing
when they saw them both easily.

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