(7/30) Year Six: BEING SIX (A REPOST)




Honesty
and mischief oozed
from every pore when I was six;
playing in dirt was heaven,
touching fire was a temptation
and hearing no was a dare.

Being naked was comfortable,
gross body sounds an orchestra
and my belly button,
a secret treasure trove.

There was wonder
in most things around me,
especially girls;
some boys this age
thought of them as icky,
not me.

I stayed throwing mud
and my heart at this one girl
I liked because I couldn't
find the words to tell her

how she made the
butterflies in my stomach sigh
as I looked at her and believed,
I was gonna stay six
forever.
 

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