Giggling

2005

We met in the house of books,
though we migrated to music.
The redness in your face
made me hungry and curious

Your eyes stopped me then:
The smile that extended
from beyond the safety
of your over sized glasses

You are giggling,
little boy
Your hands fumbling
for your pockets
I am your Happy Meal toy
laughing till my eyes
bulge out of my sockets

Retail quiets our scene
with time updates
over the intercom.
The late night clicks
of the doors locking,
and you walked me to my car.

You are eager to please;
Careful footsteps
in mapped out directions.
And then I showed up,
flower in my hair.
And I'd like to think
You couldn't help but stare

You are giggling,
little boy
You hands fumbling
for your pockets
I am your Happy Meal toy
laughing till my eyes
bulge out of my sockets

I can feel it
in the pit of my stomach
that creeping smile
breathing silly
throughout my whole body

I wanna hold it,
just for a moment
and not apologize
for my indulgence