Zywa Breathing together

The sweetest words I invented
were for daddy, they beat in my heart
and now they are for you

I thought I was an adult
as people can be
but I am so just now

that my brain is converted
(really, it does know that)
with new breasts and arms

which in future will be clumsily
empty awaiting you
when you are elsewhere

I am happy
if you are, we breathe
together forever

Poem 947
Amsterdam, 2017-01-11

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Parents: mother(hood) 
Dedicated to: Karin J J 
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