Intensity so strong
brings a smile to my jaded face.
A small warm face,
small hot hands,
gripping my face.
Not even
an inch
from his.
He HAD to know.
At 6
In his mind
nothing mattered more.
At that moment.
And he did seize it, literally,
the moment,
and me.
How strange.
Yet strangely sweet!
The small boy,
so intense.
His moment.
