You built my world

With strong fingers

From tickle-me-pink crayons,

Whipped cream and hot cocoa.


Wrapped me in Eskimo kisses.

Warm brown flesh.

Saved me from porcelain and silver.

Kept me; a niche made of coat pockets

And tickle-fight-blanket-tents.


Dashboard theme songs

Chlorine and aromatic conditioner.

Bite-mark brands;

You-belong-to-me purple.

'I am yours' in cerulean.


I tell time by your

Peanut-butter fudge lips.

Waiting until I become

A completed jigsaw once more.

Forever seems too short.


My heart says:

The next copy machine that comes up is for you.