As I rocked him

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All we want
for the ones we love
is for the rock that knocks
them from their tree
to be Ordained
and fit perfectly
in their palm
as they climb their way back up.

May it be just so
for any and all
who hear our prayer.

Silk Or Cinnamon

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I understand the search
The take-aim at the unknown for the purpose of purpose and peace

Back up to the moment when it slipped from our skin and we continued along, with barely a downward glance 

Feel from afar that moment we made the choice
To compromise
To acquiesce 
To call our own another’s yes

And be resolved

That unless there’s silk or cinnamon involved
To never slip again 

My Damn Smile

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Where…my mind’s eye searches for
…just a footprint, a proof. 
Like a phantom limb haunts
Dares me to remember

Why…did it flee and what fear
…stole it and stripped my blood
Of the warmth it once shone
Of evidence of the glee

All…interrogatories
…are irrelevant now
All that matters is That
I reclaim what is mine