Liam

Peach-faced with an infant grin
Screams, milk hungry fingers
Pink palms careful against my beard
If I were small again...
Net-eyed and absurd with beauty
Instead of a small bodied nothing
The correct kind of miniscule
His artist heart in every moment
Noticing the language of eyelids
And reading lips like a mechanic

I now function on fear and panic
Crawl on all fours out of sadness
When did I stop howling for joy?
Blind and deaf to derisive observers
The howls now hushed to moans
I still find echoing in my stomach
How I shrink in time's tyranny
And agree to believe in other ideologies
Outside that of being naked and free
Little mentor make me bold!

I will lie beside you Liam
Catching coos and awws
It is more like poetry to me
Than any man or woman in a suit
With a Degree
Bleeding beneath it all.