Skittle Kisses

SKITTLE KISSES
BY SPC FLINT CHRISTENSEN
WITH MESSY GOLDEN LOCKS
UPON MY LAP SHE SAT
PULLING AT MY EARLOBE
AND I JUST STARING BACK
“AND SO DADDY,” SHE WOULD START
AND I WOULD NOD BACK, “YES?”
“HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE ME?”
“WELL, HOW MUCH WOULD YOU GUESS?”
HER MISCHIEVOUS EYES WOULD WANDER
AS SHE GATHERED UP THE STEAM
TO SPREAD HER ARMS WIDE OPEN
AND IN HER EYES A GLEAM
“THIS MUCH?” SHE WOULD ASK
WITH FINGERS STRETCHED OUT TIGHT
AND I’D REPLY,”MY DARLING
YOU’VE ALMOST GOT IT RIGHT
YOU SEE MY ARMS ARE LONGER
AND I’M A SLIGHT BIT TALLER TOO
MY ARMS WOULD STRETCH AROUND THE WORLD
AND COME RIGHT BACK TO YOU.”
THEN SHE’D GIVE ME SKITTLE KISSES
AND JUMP DOWN FROM MY KNEE
AND RUN TO TELL HER BROTHER

HOW LONG DADDY’S ARMS CAN BE.