Queen V.

I love it when you smile
your laughter pulls me away
from what paranoia the world may lead me to think
more riveting than any sonata.

You teach the intangible
through action and looks
that range in message-type like “what’re you on about?”
to “that’s the stuff, munchkin”.

You claim the soul you carry
is ironically black like your real leather jacket
but you represent nothing of the connotations’ life
you exude light

and love

that I try to pass on
in my work
in my play
in the times I try to bend your cheeks
to make room for your smile
which echoes your blessed resilient heart

stronger than any ocean.