She, Father: Part Two

A child’s first love taught them how to keep the spunk

At eye level to frogs I knew I

Need not kiss, being a toad herself.

And for the first time in forever, I

Find myself looking up.

Meeting my own eye in the cloud.

There has never been a foot above me.

This is long form poetry.

Deface, impact, a blow indebted to me.

Which man knows his place

For fact, the flow incredibly.

A set for the old me.

I hear the healing with the rubble tumbled

Under my feet as I squeak

Chaffed from shallow water.

The mud can’t handle my weight

Gravity is a situation most high most def 

Sent to handle my spirit

But when this body inevitably

Collapses for the last time

My spirit will soften the lines

On my face and my heart

Will weigh even less than i fathom

Steel toed boots stomped a dust

Bunny made of sugar built

With borrowed goals from

Across the hall. You know my name

Would you notice [__] missing?

She, father would

Who will listen when I speak?

I had to rekindle the kindness

 The flame never stopped burning in

The rain. But you can’t stand it. It’s 4pm.

My kitchen never closed but

I cook with a kindness unkillable

And you are a murderer

Whom i’ve fed too many times

Even the light stopped shining on you

I used a flashlight with batteries

The sweetness let me steal

My first love taught me how

But my forever love is love

Feels love, does loves, accepts 

And gives love and speaks love

Understands love the whole

Nine and zeroes

As above so below

Love is all around me. I attract

What comes easily to me is

My forever love.

Twice now,

This is long form poetry.