Could It Ever Be?

two feet.

10 fingers;

and a mind full of

hunger.

 

 

 

I grasp the handle of your home,

you welcome me with open eyes,

cries and bashful days.

 

 

let me in when the sun is highest,

trace my silhouette in the open door,

play with me in beds of daisies,

where we'll stare up at the stars

hopeful eyes

that will never fall asleep.