Daughter
I see you.
I am trying to see you
trying to keep the words
quiet on the page. Hot and bright
and roaring, scales
dripping like the one
mythical animal
in the one wet sea.
I see you.
I want to see you
spilling from every rose, too wild
to keep. Like scent. As if I could
dip my hand in the river of stars
and become immortal enough
to grab your silver tail
as you streak past.
I see you.
I was meant to see you
I want to say “burn
ished” I want to say
“the river you’re in”
I want to say “that you reach
through from inside
to get to us” I want
to say “handfuls
of light”
I want to say “dragon” like “river” like “body”
I want to say “there’s no unsinging” but you already know that