Sh.e

Sh.e

She…

Sh. E. she Lives
She is
She sees, she is-she breathes..
She, Sh.e
Sits quietly, holds space ..
She pulls her waist-line
In with a tug on the belt strap
She pays plenty of attention..
To the eyes that find her size ..
She loves to make that mention …
She watches his actions, he’s active..
And she, she lives..
She lives in him -he sparkles in-
.. A glow… the gloss of her almond hued, eight tenths open eye..
He circles the room, to most it seems he’s fully frenetic.. To her however he’s dancing to a classic concerto…
She knows him…
She knows this hurricane blows like his sweet air kisses, his lips pucker …
They press up to smack the palm of his tiny two hands.. He’s a tiny new man… A tiny, true man…
He wants, oh how he wants to see mom- his mom
He’s true to what he knew before he came through
He blows those kisses to this misses.. She is this..
She is, Sh.e