Building perfect pyramids
As a collective
Sacred and divine,
And we the evolved
Now call ruins.
We have revolved,
Struggling to rebuild our own temple,
On our own
What was sacred and divine.
We’ve stared into each of our eyes so intently that we’ve seen God.
We do this for minutes and he doesn’t turn away.
I don’t turn away.
We just stare until our hairs rise and we giggle
Because I helped create him and he helped resurrect me.
When I hum and he hums we breathe in the same things and we mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Until we smile because it feels good to be one sound.
And when he’s tired he curls up like a little bean, legs and arms tucked right on my lap with his ear by my chest,
I wrap my arms around him until our heart beats the same again and we return home,
Both of us a whisper who haunts gods dreams and lure him to play king of the forest,
Until we open our eyes and forget
Morning light and sweet treats,
Expanding wings in clear dreams
Deep breath into floating feet,
Water flowing through my soul with ease.
Moving to my birds songs
Soul at ease
Flight in feet.
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“Why you hurting mama?”
“I’m bleeding son.”
“Where’s the blood,”
“Where I’d pee.” I speak bluntly.
Boy eyes wide I explain.
“You know our chickens lay eggs each day?
Mama lays eggs each month, but it’s just a speck a dust.
It’s cuz I can make babies.
You were the size of a pea when I first saw you,”
Eyes even wider with amazement.
“That’s crazy! And baby brother was a pea too?”
“And I was once a pea too.”
We both smile probably pondering the same thing.
He tosses and turns.
“Go to bed son.”
He huffs and sighs.
“I am much like you little boo.”
“Uh huh” he says annoyed.
“Yeah I was afraid of the dark, monsters,
Ghosts, shadows, lights….
I used to bundle up inside my blanket where they couldn’t get me until my hands and feet got hot and convinced the monsters they were covered with invisible shields just like my head.”
Excited. “I count to 10 to jump on couches before they can get me.”
“I used to dream of flying and wake up the next day trying to fly.
I felt safe in my mamas bed too.
Mornings I pretended to be sick because I was tired from staying up all night thinking about traveling to other planets and wondered if there was someone exactly like me somewhere else.”
He hugs me tight.
We both smile excited to find someone like me
probably pondering the same thing.