Climbing piles of warm clothes, br freshly folded from the drier, br you pose, triumphantly smiling, br beneath the soft glow of a lamp… br its dimmed halogen amber. br Toys, tumble from your hand br in a jumble of color, your face, br red like the flames of your hair, br encircles the deep blue pools br of your eyes, transfixed upon br br A hanging chandelier, that br lit and turning like the cosmos, br fills the scope of your eyes, br scanning the perimeter of it’s br prismatic light. For nearly one br Bright bounding ball of a year, br you have rolled, tumbled, stumbled br and crawled into each newfound br corner of our lives. Now, wrapped br in a warm towel, your skin, soft br And pliable from talcum powder, br I thumb the dough of your face, br into a smile, cheeks rising like br flour from a baker’s window. br And now, pleasurably fatigued, br br from the throb and pang of your br eyeteeth hammering through, I br stay up later, in the dark, rocking br you to sleep, knowing we will br never quite be this intimate again.