Random Acts of Poetry

Random Acts of Poetry

Child

She knew she could
give form to him,
a stalwart silhouette,
even a uniform,

and teach him
all the proper movements.
He would be her diamond,
brilliant and fortunate:

a gift waiting to be opened.
She slept at night
with the shining heart
of a tiny sovereign

beating in her body,
feeling a small wheel
kneading her loaf of desire
as it rose in her belly.

She dreamt
He would be a dancer on a rope,
high above death,
till her fine line was gone.

He would laugh, then cry out,
but wear a sober face,
like some dead
president on a coin.
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