Duck Fluff

I could slide down those curls, Each strand taking me back to second grade, The blond in your hair pulling me into a childlike trance, Moving me to the yellow slide That twisted all the way around, that was wearing brown with age,  Steep, steep, steep, where pressed hands on plastic sides Were not strong enough to stop the fall. I could slide down those curls,  And watch a lifetime of past pass gently by.

I could get lost in those embers, Where the smoke and flames and staring eyes Almost pull me off course, Until caressing walls of glowing orange rise around me, Leading me to a hand that nudges my chin Moving my eyes from longed staring at A disembodied voice that comes from lips trying to hide a smile. I could get lost in those embers, And just embrace the warm that you let surround me.

I could swim in a pool of your depth, Because after wading in kiddie pools Overflowing with emptiness, Baptizing myself in cool truth, May be what my burning skin needs,  What my aching joints asks of, What both my pounding head and heart, have endured for. I could swim in a pool of your depth, And when I run out of air, grow gills. 

I could plant a garden to give to you, Dig up the dried ground that's become caked dust, And plant seeds of hope. All to watch the blossom and bloom, Then pluck the flowers and bundle them together, To see your face when I hand over a bouquet Filled with Love, Honesty, and Trust.  I could plant a garden to give to you, And have buds and sprouts even in the dead of winter.

I could wander into a maze of your complexity, With your already built stone walls, Long ago covered in the ivy that grows In my car, in your heart, Tangling us and intertwining, Well I'd wander an eternity in the twists and turns, I'd choose getting lost in your Archimedes Sphere self, since I've already been found. I could wander into a maze of your complexity, And turn it into a home (though may be temporary)  fit for a vagrant gypsy.

I could draw a spiderweb between it all, Where veins bridge over veins, Cars made of blood cells Travel that never ending interstate.  Where tendons meet, Pulling over muscles, moving your body, Where involuntary actions like holding hands occurs. I could draw a spiderweb between it all,  And paint life into that snow skin.

I could fall for that duck fluff soul, Let the softness cover me completely, Where fingers may be too bony and blankets too heavy, Dark night, cold air, bright stars being all that is needed to keep us warm. I would sew on patches Where tears may start to scar , Not allowing me to make you new, but make you stronger.  I could fall for that duck fluff soul, That catches me when I slide on mud or trip on a branch.