Poem: Affirmation

I touch smooth skin
and soft hair –
whatever I can reach –
in reassurance of his existence.

As if my vision is a lie
my other senses in denial.

My boy, smiles,
and so do I,
following the rise and dip
of each vertebra
holding him together.

As he holds me together,
piece by piece.

I am honest
in my affection
and my devotion.
He is honest in everything
and I appreciate him
all the more for it.

Overwhelmed as I am
by bluer eyes
lasting longer than
I ever expected
this is my affirmation.

r.l.w

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