Like floating magic things,
His hands above his face
His eyes direct them as if they were wands
Rather than wandering lights
He moans
A question I will never know
And never know how to answer
His fingers dance
As if they were running through my hair
Or the water from the kitchen faucet
Back and forth
His hands sway
Up
Then
Down
Magnificent child at play
Innocent discovering boy
You are mine
For a little while
I am an audience you will always please
Entertained by the simplicity of your entertainment
I watch you, glances that turn into intense gaze's
I listen to the symphony and grace of your song
A mind that mirrors my own in natures most literal translation,
My sweet sweet beautiful son |
Submission Name: A King to Me
