thru my lense: Bliss


Poems, beats, caffeine.

mid-morning, midday, or midnight
a warm hug of words
a fire lit in my heart
smooth liquid to fill my belly

my belly that still squishes a little
two babies and not enough sit-ups
too busy cleaning up spit-up
but i like it like that, soft

a book full of words
written by old dead guys
probably a few chicks too
mostly words i’ve never heard

songs i can’t help but sing
dancing on the couch
in the middle of the night
while everyone else sleeps


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