He's not mine
nor the caught fish he's channeling
Boy thrumming against the couch back
churning the cushions, slapping his hands on his face
crying Ow! OW! Ohhh/oww!
sampling tones,
shifting volume
shifting direction, he's crashed
so wildly he slides to the floor
and then a real cry/ My name
he's surprised, finally, that this display is out of his control
The floor hurts.
Oh Boy-oh, Fella,
keep my eyes from meeting his panic face
One hand smoothing his chest, scared by the heartbeat
holding with my giant hand his rock fists thrown at my face
leaning on the legs still kicking
Boy-oh, Honey,
You are mine, with that furor,
though my fury has never met you
beloved treasure- child
of unknown vault, with unseen nets
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