Fingers touch and recess into the seams
Jackets torn by the leafy green
Thorns picking at the bending legs
Faces tilting in a certain way

Kinder looks seen before
On the faces that we adore
But now distraught is shining through
Worries fading into the blue

The sky colored waves washing over
The antsy thoughts still in the covers
Two lovers
One hovers
Two kisses
One listless
The second…

The second puckered touch
A wish that is becoming much
The prize and the rise of a tiny girl
A morning gesture in the judge filled world

(July 2010)