For my baby.

By Hypatia Artemisia

If I’m a crashing wave,

You’re the boulder

I’m crashing against.

I have so much fire inside me —

I’m burning up, I’m burning up;

Put me out, baby, please put me out.

If I’m lighting, You’re the lighting rod.

Grounding me, stabilizing

The vigorous vibrations of my soul.

You said my eyes were tear-drop shaped

Yours are shaped like the crescent moon —

Gazing down over all of us in such

Motherly compassion.

Some people live for love, but I live for art.

Maybe I don’t know

How to love — the way you do.

You’re my muse and my keeper

I sift the pages of my life in retrospect

And you stain every margin.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Let me, baby, let me

Immortalize you in my words.