To Long

My mouth is bitter. Tongue toeing with carbonation.

My mouth breaks- barely. Lips parting, a sigh like a drop of rain on my heated flesh.

I swallow, when the kid im watching barrels onto me. I wonder if you watch me too-

but I wrap the kid at my hip in a hug, blissfully unaware for a moment.

But I feel you there- on my perifpheri. I hope you like the vision;

me busying around a dozen kids- easily handling them all.

I will always have one on my hip.

I don't know if you're still watching- I hope I have enough time.

To make my case. To be too sweet. But you're gone when I glance back.

I swallow, and double my efforts on the swing, pretending it doesn't bother me.

I wish you saw, long enough to long.