evolutionary.

Tiny, fragile fingers.
Softest sea star hands.
Bones of new coral
Beneath velvet anemone skin.
You are like something
From when the world was young;
Breathing for the first time,
Breathless at existence itself.
You will grow to be
A lover? A dreamer? A fighter? A father?
A man.
But in this moment,
Timeless and true,
All hungry mouth and searching eyes,
Balled fists and bowed limbs,
You remain more me than you;
More baby than boy.
My love given flesh and form;
My son.

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