Hot potch kiss

Today trawls in smoke grey
pebbles off a beach and I am with you, heating you milk on the stove
paying attention to every word you speak.

I will give you a child, if you promise to
speak into my hands
for the rest of time.

In the mornings you gurgle coffee
mountain streams
slick on a hot day.

Buzz about the house
giddy boy

buzz
buzz

pause.