here you be, dark, layers of darkness
all tumbled together in you skin, sweet.
you know darkness is creation, and called upon
the sun to serve its glory, your skin speaks that calling
easily.
birth, life, dreams, soft laughter, sweet tears,
run and tumble in your arms your baby love to play
as you did. You miss your mama, or she’s still claiming those
earthly kisses and hugs.
Is she gone to that place where they say ancestors speak another tongue.
Chile’ sigh. Ohh the lovely memories she left behind
claim em all, even the ones that take you under the covers
you all wrapped in the pain how could it be possible
that the belly you lived in and knew her heartbeat so intimately
first memory of life in her eyes. Still… breath… hum… did she dance sometimes
you dance for her now.
