His childish arms
wrap round my neck 
long smooth arms
childish no more,
childish still.

Skin upon skin
I feel his warmth;
a warmth much deeper than the skin
a light feathery kiss

brushes my cheek.
I close my eyes
and take in his scent
hair needing a wash, tangerines and love.

Happiness comes in small dots
we join together 
if we’re lucky.