Baby Tracey.
blessed
as a sea of blue
surfing across waves
bubbling, troubling
pondering like a lain dog
stark beneath thoughts
and bras, tights, pants,
oh
blessed baby tracey
seeking love like a bird
within long rain—
gold across tan,
ghosts in your chest,
driftwood as salvation
painting
standing amongst clouds
in unfair brief sleep
anchor, deep, forlorn,
ashing by breasts,
innocent like a
madonna.