Perseides #2


My sweet pea,
you pool shooting stars
in the sparkle of your eyes,
you deepen the black
with eyelashes dream-heavy

You hold hearts
in your tiny palm,
 a smile dawning in your
toothless mouth
secures the chain of my capture

You ask to save the daisy
you gave me for nursing
your heaving stomach, "to pretty up your house"
and I swell with waves
of  abundant love

Make a wish on a fire light,
 shine like it comes true