On when my father left my mother

Then put heart to it, man-my-star.
This boy in me, his heart a heavy animal.
I will need help to show him the sun.
Let me translate.
This bulge bulb in me. A tangled rope of lights,
Yet lit.

Can you be an answer?

And a star at door darkness
Between the water and the world?
A Palm-Island is needed for cheek to caress and rest.
Let rest be rested in a small pool in your dry hand.
Stretch out a glowing rope history,
And let there be cheek space in the palm of your chest,
Please.

Can you make sound feels giddy?

Am I saying this right?
Can you be a drop-luz-cluster. A sleeping wish answer.
Can your heart be a drain, a deep end bottom gushing lux.

Am I saying this right?
I just want to love you in this world.
Black skin of night, humble gift my little pale skin
Breath against your darkness.

Am I saying this right?
This looping light of ours
Can we light him together
with the determination and failures of song.

Am I saying this right?
Can you be a father?

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