My cheek rests warm
on father’s breast;
his heart beat shakes my ear.
His stubble whispers through my hair
his breath blows fear from here.

He puts me down
to take a call:
I stand on solid feet
outside his heat
outside his lap
outside all right
outside here on my own.

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Catherine Johnson
    Jul 09, 2013 @ 10:44:37



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