small pieces / of who I am now / on the page

which I medicate
with my God

scared sweaty shaken
from nightmares

globbed on a finger
makes him smile

my muse, my
inspiration, my
friend is gone

incomplete –
my state of being
while on earth

I love him
his quiet furor
for my heart

dark, spotted
with bulbs and moonlight
and laughter

solid legs
and a smart grin on
my baby

I love that
runs through him

dare me to
love with ardor and
not despair

only trust
that the life He gives
pleases Him


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