I loved you
as they rubbed the slip-slime from your
body
freshly slid from your travel from my womb
to world –
sacred charge – I would stand before
a bullet
for you – so powerful steel would bounce
softly against my milk filled breasts – Invincible –
our bond inviolable – a brand set to burn
burnished
into the
epi-center of my soul, ignited by the sound
of your first
cry – Nothing could ever chip the solid
soul-bond
birthed fresh in that tropic dawn –I felt it-
that inexplicable, actual, aching stretch of my heart -
as you tiny
soul-mate set sail apart and part of me –
forever in the brightest crook of my
being. Or so
I led
myself to deliciously trust in totality
erroneously
– apparently – undeniably -
now, that
you are grown, flown and gone
as baby boys shall always come to be..
