Small steps

One foot placed before the other,
mindful of the stacked domino’s
that long to topple over
creating kinetic chaos
and black and white submersion.

His face is mine to memorize.
Though, he shades his blushes,
the true beauty lies
in his ability to calm turbulent water
in the midst of tempest teacups.

One blink leads to two blinks.
One smile to wider compassion.
Laughter is like something mystical.
Creating bridges that wander
from weapons.

One foot placed,
ever so gingerly,
in front of the other.
Step mindful of tiny flowers
that strain to see the sun
and linger on droplets
of dream.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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