sunlight bathes in the sky, <br />morning cleans the stagnant <br />projections of the mind- <br />road twists, <br />bows beneath the pressure, <br />arches back and orgasms <br />a destination. <br /> <br />sunday paper arrives <br />two days late, <br />or am i just four days early- <br />dreamt last night i carried your child, <br />the birth came too early, you blamed me <br />for the miscarriage. <br /> <br />take my child away <br />i am unfit, <br />i am not worthy to <br />bear the pregnancy of <br />the future king- <br />a virgin knocked up, <br />who would believe? <br />i said it was a miracle, <br />you said it was just a dream. <br /> <br />i look at you, <br />scared little boy, <br />almost tall enough to pass as <br />a gentle man- <br />spinning around theidea <br />of our children in your head. <br /> <br />maybe we could move beside the ocean <br />and pay our tithing to the boiling fire-set <br /> <br />maybe we could live deep in the country, <br />a native country where no one <br />would know our names and <br />we'd learn to speak the language- <br /> <br />maybe we could love each other, <br />just barely enough to be more <br />than we are alone<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunlight-bathes-in-the-sky/
