; my girl

yes, I will chase you through the half mown field
a sloping path from pond to barn in heels
throw walnuts at the tree, staining my hands,
to prove "like a girl" is amazing,
and wrap you in my shawl as night drops and music rises

if you will let me hold you
again and again
when the hiccuping sobs take over
leave crusted salt on your cheeks
when you can't seem to pick yourself up off the floor in the morning
when simple decisions cause a shaking paralysis

you are hide-n-seek and porch swings
mason jar lanterns and floating fabric
crickets and dew drops
backseat windows down singing
not this compressed version of perfection

you are;

©Erin Croley, 2015