s  o  u l     m o t h e r

 

in long nights
when the terror
comes after like
a pack of rabid dingos
and the little tent made
from sheets is not able to
be my bastion for long not
able to hold off the pain of
distance death demons doves
i lurch outside like a wild man
and suckle your words till tears
gush leaving billabongs and
i am nothing but a galaxy
of pores and spores just
weightless imbibing
in that moment
you are mother
i am child and
i love you for
an eternity
in those
minutes
which
add up
to be
hours
and
then
another
day that
leads to
night
such joy
to hold
onto
you
while
you
dont
even
know
i
exist
.





[written for the dup muse competition]