More Love

I am madly in love with my twins. I know there is very little literary merit in a new father raving about his newborns, so I will just do it once and get over it and maybe write about other stuff. But let me just say this now: My children are so beautiful. They are pure potential, pure innocence, pure sweetness and light. Jules the boy, Jukes julio juju jujube, and Vivienne, vivvi, vivika. My loves. I love them so much, I love them completely. They are perfect. They are wonderful, they are better than me, they are simply the best. This post will be dated, but my children will endure. Everyone should experience this kind of extremely biased love. I love them. I love love love love them for ever ever ever ever.
OK, there, thank you for letting me get that off my chest.

My babies, my loves

I ceased to exist when you showed up

That tiwtchy guitarist, that lonely mutt

He faded away in the floodlights

My babies, my dear ones,

All the drama, all the punch

The wretching the ego the ache

The twitching the burning, the fake

I put it on the shelf for you

My babies my angels

I started to see when you opened your eyes

A real twist in the story

A harder won glory

You opened your tiny hands

You cried like all the birds in flight

On all the oceans lit by moolight

My beating heart just got its start

My babies my beauties

I never knew pain

I never knew love

I never knew the fear of loss

The morning sun shakes me awake

Into a close and private pool of bliss

I lift you sofly to my lips

Your scent is of the soft and perfect future

So nice to finally meet you