Flow like water,
Baby girl,
My hands cupped
To guide the direction
Take on my truths
As yours
Displaying the bruises like
New tattoos on your soul
Give you the dynamic direction
You crave in silence
Rationing out trust
Like sips to quench your
Thirst
Listen to the babbling bubbling
Of your words
Holding two of the three followings
Implicit in my steady gaze
And warm, knowing hands
Trickling onto them
As you become fullness
Under my attention
An initiate into
The knowledge of you
The way sunlight
Knows the surface
Of
Water
Guiding, ever guiding
The
Flow
Like
Water
MB Blissett 