Leak

You are still so beautiful to me, the pictures you choose

to post seem remote, I have no connection to them, it’s like the ghost

of you that brooded in your room chasing me away; I wonder what

it would be like, to actually hold you again, like when you and

your brother were children, a nap, when you would fold

soft warm and open into the angled hollow between my

shoulder, and my arm; I see what leaks from your

lips, I know how open I was with what leaked from my

own at your age and I wonder if there were things I should

have changed but you are still a wonder, a beauty, finally

free you are still a being of strange, a mirror, beautiful

to me.