Dread occludes my pores precluding the release of toxins.
I don't wish to let out what ails me,
I don't, I can't,
I won't.
Losing sleeep --- I see a haze of what's to come:
Months, years, decades of feeding, burping, changing and wailing...
Soothing, cajoling, bouncing and I hope ---
Communication.
Waves filled with hormones is your way,
Of securing your future.
They also tell me that you are
Sinking your tendrils into the stretchy
Supports that caress and nourish you...
The ice pack on my forehead feels so cool,
I almost forget about you.
The tightness that envelops my neck --- how can I loosen that screw?
When will I walk with balance?
And when will you grow up so we can dance?
