kiss the baby over and over, smells like fresh baked bread
Trying to write a single sentence
A letter, a sound like a dong from a large metal instrument
Or a screech from a screaming guitar
No sad guitar, no mad guitar
Just crying, leaking tears like the Indian girl who died from her broken heart
Kiss the baby, like fresh baked bread
So airy and soft and new and perfect
Screech goes the sun in the new day
I’m in love with the interruption
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Comments (6)
Fantabulously Brilliant! Go Melly G! 😍
This makes me think of so many things, all light and fluff yet heavy and full
Alright, I love this poem!
Okay hear me out. Why don't we kiss the bread and bake the baby? Hahahahahahahhaha. Loved your poem Merly!
I always liked your poems and this is another one!
I’m in love with the interruption…solid close.