thick

Today, you're
cottony blue, unpressed without me, sleeve
wrinkled sweetly my nose
and  reminded me

Of
          
heavy walks with young feet
           in sand dunes deep, and
           how the girls chased you.

Of

how,
           Thankfully,
           it's my silver glitter
           clinging to your whiskered cheek.

We were early daisies then,
ablaze but delicate,
thirsty for tenderness and Sun,

and This afternoon,
when you lift my blossom head,
to inhale the fragrance of us,

those nectarous memory sprinkles
           excite
small fireflies, living ever inside,
Made only stronger by the tides
we've climbed above
since then.