my beautiful mother

This morning my mother held me, wrapped around me with buttery, flowing
moist kisses. She filled the air with glowing radiance, making the sun
scatter and disperse around her volumonious tendrils. Her hands were full
of life giving foilage sucking up her wet, sweet affection. , her arms
made of gritty branches, bugs crawling who won't have to drink again for
days. Her breath so
moist, saturating my skin leaving a sticky, sanctimonious layer of debris
that no amount of AC can fix. It was really humid.