It’s been more than two years now;

We have more than we need,

When I’m in bed

The shining stars in a young child's eye

I have a safe kind of fetish But it is powerful and tugs at me often: Pale skin the color of milk fresh from the fridge Does the most unnatural things to me Everyone who I’ve ever dated has had this Clorox color… Except one and she more than Out-Stripped the requirements She showed me to Have and Have not Tangents I think I’ve figured out why… A redheaded kindergarten lovegirl When I was young, formative five Had no bones about liking me And knowing what she did When she did, left me breathless When she held my hand and told Jokes that only five year olds laugh at But I never forgot the feel of her skin Her hand felt like water in Moab, wet melting snow The third Hershey’s syrup sundae And rain in July Eureka --Griff Campbell Right Click Image Save: Download PDF to Print:

The dim trails we must sometimes follow

See, they're walking again

The sky was wet with gray

The colors of my life, of my sorrow and joy,

Deep in the heart

As the sun rises, to gently

Nobody told me how to be a dad,