8:56 AM

S +G

Another dream birth
Another push through
The thighs
Another sweet sigh of relief
Another instance of undeniable
Shock
At just how little it hurt
Far less amazement at
Being a mother
Far more enthralled by
Just doing it
Part of the club

if these dreams are reality

then i have at least

fifteen to call me mom

and some of them

are probably adults

by now

I think I will always have these dreams
Until i am proven it could happen
Out of reverie
He is special and
Everyone knows except him
(and her it would seem)
Sweet talks of lady
Sweet words of admiration for an outlet
He hopes she will reciprocate
(she won't)
I have been her before and
Its not an easy place
But being where he is
Is much harder
Sweet bees
Stinging bees
Outstretched over me
To free its poor confused little being
Guide it to the ledge
He knows I don't do so well
With things that could potentially cause harm
I could smell him
His arms and his hair
Day old shirts smelling of
Sweat
And
Lake water
I was grateful
I am grateful
To know another being
So sweet