Five is unaffected
An ocean of desire and curiosity flowing through her small body
catapulting through the world in pursuit of
Not like butterflies or suction cups
Lips grasping my eyelid and planting a kiss there
There is no love like the trusting love of five.
All is new, all is need. And I am it’s object
artless and thoroughly invested, as love should be
a shower of tempests, a storm of independence and feigned indifference
alternating with a desperate petition for sustence, reassurance, and eyeball kisses.
One response to “Eyeball Kisses”
I think 5 is my favorite age. Well, a true toss up between 18 months and 5.
Precious. So much so it makes my heart ache with joy and the desire to freeze them at this age forever.
Nicely put, Kirst.