may you never know

the sweet, intuitive girl

having glimpsed the stern ghosts

in steadfast residence

gathered on damp rafters

behind my eyes

inquired with all the benignity

of a newborn butterfly

why do people cry…?”

darling child of mine

may you never know

what love is when denied

for someone to sleep

while you weep

may your dainty heart thrive

effortless, blessed

in the divinity of being alive

how can I articulate

such a deep, velvet ache

the terrible expenses

of relentless offenses

heavy as tree’s petrified

stone in the marrow of the soul

and just as broken bones

are hesitant in mending

in the cold air of this home

the pain avoids

it’s inevitable ending

 oh this

this, may you never know

a. duncan, 2019

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

6 thoughts on “may you never know

  1. This was so powerful & such vivid descriptions throughout, April! Deeply relatable – we want the absolute best for our next generation & to shield them from the mistakes and pitfalls that we fell foul of. You portray that gnawing anxiety brilliantly.

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