“A KNOWLEDGE OF THIS”

The girls I wanted
became women.
The women I wanted,
I still want
before they become,
once again, another
word
to describe
the wonders
I've yet to
cease yearning for.

Oh, but for this,
I can wait longer.
Not much, but just
enough that I might
last
to taste another.
Oh, just enough
that daughter
might
become mother.

Is this what it is?
Is this, this kiss?
All I missed was this?

The girls I wanted,
I still want
as the daughter
as the mother
as they were, are,
and ever will be.

These women I wanted,
I still want to want me.

narrative poem written on 11-01-2015 by: on mattkane.com
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