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Parents, the keepers of the door to thisamazing universe.. To them I am a
fragile sapling, staked for its own good.
Protected from sweet kisses,
funny and salty, somber and delicious.
Parents, those figures of authority,
those from whom our true lives are kept.
Protect me from scars no deeper
than a blush, from rustles on a
soft battlefield, caressed curves,
tousled hair and appetitive breaths of
each others air.
Parents, who guard against loves bombardment,
the persistent courtship. Giving ground in
slow but immense movement, like that of
a continental plate.
Parents, whose power will fade with
no more cause than time, gentle as
mist, as powerful as a waterfall.