to the things i owe an apology,
i'd send a red ribbon of paper
my insincerity so bold to crumble
you might burn, rip, or bite it
and get a cut as your reward
i promise to make it worthwhile
for you to endure the stinging
as i begin to forget your name
whatever papers you keep
tucked away, keep close
next to the lighter for
an accidental conflagration
of beautiful proportions a blaze
of pant pocket brigades
the warmth of cotton-wood,
an unbearable heartache
tickle you purple little monster
under a bedskirt, between legs,
wide-eyed with new discovery
kiss the cracks on the floor
a happy delusion of finding,
well i found you in the eaves
trying to steal dreams & love
youth grabbed you and pulllled
so i reached for the other side
to drag you towards being Adult
your fingertips, my fingertips, his fingers, her fingers
nails, skin, cuticles, ridges, rings, lifelines, and thumbs
feeling, touching, groping, entwining, holding on
making the most of the slightest bit of sensual contact
thumb, index, middle, ring, pinky have learned to walk