souvenir

your images conjure thoughts yet to be created
articulated into form
molded into impressions
that i long to give
back to you.
in words.
in kisses.
in looks and sighs and tears.
i present this precedent.
my first born.
flowing from my womb
through my mouth.
my gift
i tie in an umbilical bow
of balloons
flown by birds
dancing in clouds of confetti.
along a trail of your scent
flowing south for the winter.