365 Poems/199 Calm After The Storm (Rough First Draft)

Calm After The Storm

When you eventually settle

on my breast, a content star,

your mouth a small ripe fruit,

I let the world creep in to watch

you glow. Everyone wants to

eat your toes, smell your skin.


They wonder where your wings are.


Your name and weight flies

across town, and I beam,

like a mother penguin who’s

first chick has survived the winter.


You smuggle good moods into

my life, and I decide every day

with you will be a festival.