Magnolia

Spring baby breathed two and a half minutes;

(one crying,
one gasping            and the hesitation between)

frost crept lace-etched rosy pink to
given-up brown, whispered;
"I'll call you Magnolia."

we blinked it in,
eyelids the coldest heavy,

hearts taught to close before
lips
 could fog
'thank you.'

Mi Parte Favorita de estar Sola en Casa

Partido de danza en cualquier momento del día. Estilo variable. La ropa opcional!

Wish this chocolate cake would stop it already.  I mean
I'm trying to go to bed, here.