Intensity

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.