a bronzed and wrinkled shirtless man with a gaping tooth grin and a tattoo on the corner of his chest crossed my path as I walked by with my flowers in hand and I could see that this is a man where mothers grab their children and pull them in close so I make sure that I don’t and I look him in the eyes and we both smile
then he practically yells, beautiful babies hun
his pride is palpable as if he were my own father
I can feel it pulsing from his heartbeat
his happiness for me radiates and I want to wrap my arms around his leather skin and kiss the cheek next to his gaping tooth grin because this is all I wanted to hear from them
from my third poetry book, Made of Earth.