“From your nose, silly!”

She wiles when filing

a new memory somewhere

where care can spare

a minute

just to sit and giggle.

Sick with a gluey

mucus, I knew this

to be true.

As I wipe and fight

the frustration of

shaking and wiggling

too, I spy a view

from the woman

who alights in this house.

Vowing to renew silently

the years leading up to

this altogether blustery

fussing, our powerful

sinewed connection

begins to resemble

a precious blessing;

flecks of gold

over which worlds have

slathered in spicy mugs

of warmth.

A large hearted man

would plan for special

teeming smiles someday

where a caring, worldly

man would seemingly

tuck this sentiment

away like his daughter;

whereas lucid laughter

might escape the childlike

wonder blundering

in a winsome

man,

now and then ignorant of the sheer pain

framing the picture

licked with it’s flame.

The sweat and blood and tears

spent before meeting such a candid moment

almost worsens it’s subtle tidings of comfort and joy.