Sweet girl, eyes shining, endlessly dying
for attention she knows I will give-
what she shows with her lips
that she wants: Soft smile, chest
flat against my knees,

forehead always pointed straight up,
sudden ducks through my legs,
and I could stand here all day,
if only she fit, so

I sit down, and she tip-toes ‘round,
and she makes her home on me.