Ode to a young son
By eastern_rose

I was at a dreary party, in a dreary land,
I had a dreary sandwich in my dreary hand.
I looked across the crowded room and saw you sitting there,
Your head is bowed; you’re all alone with sunlight glints in hair.

Your head rises slowly; you scan around the room,
Your eyes light upon my face and brighten up my gloom.
I wish that you would look away; your brilliance is too intense,
I am like the moth that’s drawn to your faces incandescence.

You walk the crowded room to me and reach out with your hand,
My heart is beating wildly; you know that none of this is planned.
Your finger traces a long slow line from ear to tip of chin,
I so much want you to for my own I don’t know how to begin.

You touch the flesh above my breast; I’m swooning with delight,
I want to reach out to you, cleanse you with in my love tonight.
You close your eyes and purse your lips; they close in close to mine,
I want your body, to feel your lust inside of me but sadly your only nine.

It’s not my fault I know it’s wrong but you I’d never hurt,
Until you grow a little older love we have to hold at flirt.
But when you cross that boarder line and become a full-fledged man,
I’ll be waiting there to teach the things that in my mind I plan.

So grow up very quickly dear and make your mother proud,
I know I say I love you dear but only the way I’m aloud.
I want and need you in my bed to prove to you my love,
You mean the world and so much more than the simple sky above.

Written with Anne in mind, “Who loves her son more than life or he can know”.