Where I wanna be

Safe in your arms:

the sunlight
and
the water
and
the sweet air
that keeps me budding
don't ween me off'a you
because
there's no surviving,
foreverless

forever full on you.

Selfishly,
yours.

I wonder

what those eyes have seen . . .
what those eyes have felt . . .
what those eyes have touched . . .
what those eyes have smelt . . .
and like me,
whom those eyes have helped . . .