Poetry
You
Missed as the very
Breath of life
Bouncing
Bubbly ways
Never a moment
To boredom
In your shadow
Miss
The long, floating eyes
And sensual silences
The fevered evenings
Then the morning's blanket
So, to your adventures
And wonderings in the dark
I wait by our rock
To breathe again.
I hate the thought
Of doing anything
For the last time
EVEN
Vomiting
She stood tall with her lizard-like skin
unafraid of the scorching sun
yet I felt sorry for her
the way one might feel sorry for an ant
before stepping on it.
Nightfall sailed like a lanky insurance salesman
unafraid of the barking dogs
but I only could pine for her as they lunch on the dead ants.
Hush, little baby
That can't be free
Hush, baby hush
Don't cry
Your daddy takes your life
As your mother watches you die
So hush, little baby
Life was never yours to be
And you don't know why.