There is the heartbeat of your key in the door
And the rage of my inexpressive love
When you go out, and do not return
You are far too young for this
You are barely more than a child yourself
But you are complete - a tigress with her cub
Lying with AJ, in your room
It is a scene of great tenderness
A serene resolution, beautiful
I leave feeling a strange continuity
Because in you I can see your mum
