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.