Your eyelashes flicker my cheek lightly
and your tiny fingers find my hand.
It's a wonder they don't disintegrate when I kiss them,
and that you are never squashed
when I hold you tight.
Your skin is so soft it feels like innocence
and your hair is so silky it slides through
the lightest touch, but inside, inside you are
a berlin wall of determination and like the
best sweets, I can't wait until I melt you down
so that I can savour the taste of you.
