fresh

there are no words

to fully describe

fresh humans.

not soft, though softness

comes closer,

not angelic, though

cherubs float as

i hold you close.

not other worldly because

you are definitely earthy.

wrapped up in a bundle

as long as my foot,

bean like,

a seed.

chest to chest

breast to breast

we draw each other in,

plant ideas

make promises

watch them wriggle

and bat their eyelids

at the sun.

i see a road,

a way through 

the forest that may

have wild flowers,

deep shadows

and big red wolves

but as a fresh human

you know

we will make them our allies

and our inspiration.

will you have my hair?

my eyes?

my misconceptions

and pretendencies?

the clockworks are wound,

the teddy bears and rabbits

are ready sentinels

as you wish upon stars

and dive into life

surrounded by hearts 

that will always be yours
to draw on.