parents
Parents, the keepers of the door
to this amazing universe..
To them I am a fragile sapling,
staked for its own good.
Protected from sweet kisses,
funny and salty,
somber and delicious.
Parents, those figures of authority,
those from whom our true lives are kept.
Protect me from scars no deeper than a blush,
from rustles on a soft battlefield, caressed curves,
tousled hair and appetitive breaths of each other's air.
Parents, who guard against loves bombardment,
the persistent courtship.
Giving ground in slow but immense movement,
like that of a continental plate.
Parents, whose power will fade
with no more cause than time,
gentle as mist,
as powerful as a waterfall.
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A song for this:
Time and Love by Laura Nyro
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I’m going through old diaries - can you tell?
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