your perfectly unprotected form
defenses down, exuding innocence
and beauty– the gentle curve of
your shoulders– a silent tribute to
adolescence and a boy who still peeks
out from behind the eyes of a man.
the soft rhythmic movement of
life rippling through your cells–
each one perfectly formed and
singing in concert– professing their
at the top of their lungs.
there is no piece of you
i don’t want to hold– i’d
carefully cradle each individual part–
sing it to sleep and keep it safe–
carry it through the night–
safe from demons and monsters.
cannot touch you in my arms–
and if it tries– you will not have far
to seek refuge– simply rest
your head back–
and soften your senses
4 thoughts on “softening your senses”
What an absolutely splendid poem about a mother’s love. From start to finish, it exuded love and security. Beautiful. Reowr!
thank you, sweet one. the funny thing is– it’s not about either of my kids– but the man i love, but i’ve had to reread it now– and it of course could be about my kids. it’s funny the way devotion takes shape– and the many different ways in which we can love a partner.
Yes, I see now that I misread the last line of the first verse, transposing it into the potential of a man within a boy/teenager. Beautiful either way.
honestly, it’s what makes poetry so amazing. we all take what we need. love it. thanks for your awesome words, as always.