Log At 25

Unspoken were the words I felt as summer nights sub-merge

Into another nine months nightless dread

As happy as a young girl guarded by her fathers words

You lay on your brothers twinsize bed

Of all the words you said

These wont leave my head

You will always be a little side of me

I recall a girl who was not ready for my love

For we knew barely of the tools required

For love between two parents was of secretive design

And ours was neither labored nor acquired

Drunkard spender dad

And so mothers leave the bad

But you will always be a little side of me

From the woman to the world and to the womb again

We return when it burns and it burns amen

As we now descend on through another love affair

We question why it cannot be as then

The answer is but one

Fathers daughter mothers son