a gift for you
I picked myself;
a gift
I knew you’d love,
you said
and look at
how ancient,
you said.
oh
but do you know
how sacred?
Oh my child
Oh my child
Heart of my own heart.
Do you realize
how much the Universe
speaks to me through you
while dancing in your very own eyes?
and ours they stay locked and intentioned
and speak the unspoken tongue of aeons while the
raised, rounded, whites of the others in the room
roll on, incessantly.
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© Charlie Young, 2021
