A Red Kite

It’s a girl!  Really? Then it’s Emma.
You laid hold of me fiercely
Enough like me to believe you’re mine
But always only yourself

You laid hold of me fiercely
Skin to skin, eye to eye, hand over hand
But always only yourself
A red kite bucking in a gale

Skin to skin, eye to eye, hand over hand
Speechless but with so much to say
A red kite bucking in a gale
Afraid at times I’ll lose my grip

Speechless but with so much to say
We argue with hearts hammering
Afraid at times I’ll lose my grip
A thin string holds earth to sky

We argue with hearts hammering
Enough like me to believe you’re mine
A thin string holds earth to sky
It’s a girl! Really?  Then it’s Emma.

I will hold on fiercely and let you be
Always, only yourself.

© 2016 – Laurel Archer