bashful
The very first time I saw your blue eyes, I remembered the ocean in hers.
My sweetheart, you are the moon that dances between my palms.
Every time I touch you, I think of angel dust.
My loving boy, my home and heart, the soul of my soul.
You are the reason I know heaven is real
I look at you and I know that you came from perfection.
My darling boy, the reflection of all that I love
the mirror of the one I call my own
in soul, but not in flesh.
You give me a reason, to maintain my divine breath.
It is for you that I hold on to his rope
and for you that I intertwine my spirit into the vine of his love.
My sweet sun, the axis in which I rotate around
the centrality of my life
the inner core of my earth
the beacon of my galaxy
the manifestation of her womb
the manifestation of her blood
the manifestation of her bones.
You are the reason I went from loving her
to falling in and out and beyond myself
for her.
When she held you inside herself, I tried to
turn into air, so she can inhale me
into her lungs
and swallow me
into her abdomen
so I land at
your feet.
Son of hers
son of hers
son of hers
son of hers
son of hers
son of hers
son of his.
I thank god everyday
I never had a
son of mine
so he could never take away from your time.
I look at your father, and I morph into him
so I can imagine what it is like
to be the one at the hip of your mother
and the one who gets to hear your cries.
When we enter heaven one day
I long for you to stretch your arms out to me
and call me mummy
and her mama
and we will be the happiest of families
under the light of god
and there will never be a moment
where I would have to turn my face away
when he neglects to hold her
because I will have my arms
around you both
for always
and eternity.
My, son.
ill never forget the first moment I knew you would come
I fell to my knees, in worship
weeping, in awe.
And when I would rest my forehead against the womb
of your home, I would feel your white light
shine through her yellow one
and everything was starlight.
The first time I held you, I disintegrated
into the earth
and was remoulded and modelled
into being the servant
that submits to your every
cry and wound.
How I love you
how I love you
how I love you.
And the only one I love
more than you is her
for she gave me you.
She is the temple that
hosted my idol
in the den of her
golden roots.
Ill always love you
like I always love her
like I always love god.
My love for you
is circular
cyclical
repetitive
looping
endless
eternal
divine
godly
but only when
no one
but he
is watching
not even
her.
In this world, I will live in the shadow of your father
and when we reach Eden, he will greet me
as the woman of the house
you will call home.
My only
sonshine.












