every time you touch my thin skin,
i am greatful for being alive, to soak in the sun splashed smile written on your weathered face.

i am greatful to feel, to glide my finger tips along your cheek bones and know that underneath,
you are a wizard, a teacher, a mentor for my ages.
all of my one and a half stages.
my rampant, knowledge seeking powers that keep you up at all hours.
ending in spills of giggles and gushing with praise.

you are a tall rock in an ocean.
i cling to your bumpy waist and feel,
solidity in your reverie.
your history,
your maturity.
your aged taste.
buds,

i am your tiny doll, not dancer.
im too clumsy,
and you like it.
when i fall.
because it makes me laugh.
and thats what you like best.

when my face crinkles up. when i've caused another mess.
on your behest.