Finger in hair
Tears the pack and releases a decade air
Fingers on shoulder
Touches every pore and becomes a beautiful moulder
A mouth on a mouth
Resuscitates olden breath which is aiming for death’s south
Imagine what a touch could patch
In taking me back in time
Make me a toddler tonight
With every touch to light my path backwards
Make me that unthinking fellow
Who sees a common sweet and mellows
And lives in a world where tears solves all problems
I know you alone can
So make me the little one
Who has no care
By meaning every touch
Meaning every move
And being the eyes under this dark sheets
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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