for Poke.
Written using prompts from Alphabet Game challenge (Harbinger) and 12 Days of Christmas challenge at C/P.
Tiny clenched fists, walnuts,
Nuts that roll far from the tree:
(You can have tattoos if you want, just none of that gang
Shit; I'm not ready)
Your mother was wrong about a lot of things but she was right about loving you.
Round belly, a peach pit,
Planted in the ground;
I'll water you.
Closed eyelids, curtains,
Eyelashes like the thinnest threads,
Veil the truth behind your eyes
(They look like hers).
Harbinger of a new woman,
Me, a cop and lover and runner and
Mother.
I rock you to sleep, back and forth, waves,
Not like the current (which took Sita forth, didn't bring her back),
More like a halcyon day.
Fragile, you are
Breakable.
She trusted me to love you.