Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I call
for your love
in need
indeed
your attention I crave
connection
erase
the errors of time

this world I entered
innocent
childlike
void of hate
unsophisticated
naïve
searching for guidance
mama’s love

papa’s stare
steer me away
to hurt
who
wish to hurt
me
malignant affectations
tumorous attentions
mirrored reflections
of you

starved of warmth
family fare
nourished with cold
to be quenched
by young ones clinging
bonding
spinning tops
boats, planes
laughter plays games
temporarily wanes
emptiness
disdain
passion
for thirst
remains

I love it, Cher...but one word drives me nuts (not a bad thing at all, but I struggle with it) and I've been pouring over it in my thoughts. Please know this is with utter respect and admiration. But you're so dang sophisticated! How could that ever have not been the case!?!?

It's hard for me to hear you cry for love
when I'm distracted by a thought I hate—
a strange distraction, poor refraxion of
the truth of you— a thought we might debate:
Whoever named you unsophisticated?
You were born a miracle. You were.
You are. You've been. You'll be. You elevate
sophistication's definition pure.
But maybe that's my soapbox more than yours.
Perhaps you're quite aware how beautiful
your grace to be my next-door-neighbor pours
itself upon me, how your words are full
of life and wisdom, how I must believe
you've always held such grace to spin and weave.

Oh my word...I am seriously blushing here...thank you for the compliment....i know you are sincere....

Have a wonderful day....

Cher