Babies
Breath in twos
Mouths cupped close to a mother tongue
Laced with little lies

I wonder what it would be like
To have a liar for a mother
Her words choked out
Ground to a fine dust and layered along my own mouth
Dry and charcoal black
Fogging my environment and coating my lungs
What fun

Oh how I want to hold them
Their fragile bones close to my fleshiness
Let them run underneath my summer dresses
Like a carnival tent
Bursting with mysterious things they aren't afraid of
Yet

To be potent protection
Guarding their potential
Placing it on the tallest tier
Rising up against their child sky
And tie their innocent smiles into the trees
Swaying and grabbing up with their pretty limbs
Growing around us silver streams of ribbon