Inky. Binky. Bonky.

Inky. Binky. Bonky.

While we all worried
about daddy's donkey dying,
we were blind to it all.

Blind to the casual,
cold and constant
calluses that built
upon our pure hearts.

That which awe once
captured has pattered
away with "progress"
that patterns itself
on the slate slab
of someone else's senses.

Just let our fists
tap around in circles and
beat upon our breasts.

Just let our giggles
over daddy's cries
rise as an oblation
to these sacred moments.

Inky. Binky. Bonky.

Awaiting

I yearned so long to hear your voice,
     I waited for your word;
but after time and time again
     there's nothing that I heard.

I ached so long to see your face,
     I hungered for your smile;
but days and months and years went by
     until all sights were vile.

Why? Oh why did you leave me
     to wonder where you are?
To sit and stir in silence kept
     to feel your distance far?

I trust. I hope. I'll wait for you
     until this pain grows numb.
Your promises, I won't forget
     until your kingdom come.