I told him he smelled like wood-fire
and he said I smelled like regret.
Sandalwood and smoke
when I bent down and kissed his head.
Dear me, how you grow with pride
with every stroke
with every stride.
I say, darling, you're so good
too good to simply eat
and you say that's not the way you play.
So what if you close your eyes
and I tuck away my pride
and the world looks the other way
would you play with me, then?