Kid Stuff
I find it quite peculiar
the way you blow kisses in my hair
with such adolescent poise,
how they attach themselves, like dewdrops
to each strand
in a rash attempt to grow a notion
from mere breath and spittle
and I, like a dandelion
go poof and tear myself
from the only stem I've ever known
so that your wish
may rouse itself from slumber
and glisten just like morning dew
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