Forty-Eight

shhh, my sweet; coconut drips
down your eyelashes like
sleepy vanilla stars
splashing out of your
dreamy third eye

your wishes are
sprawled across the floor

your fingers splayed across the rug

a million toys and crayons do you
no justice-

run these toffee colored grounds
until your heart is beating faster
than this earth is racing
around and over your head-

then lie still,

bathing in the silence
of this world as it
bows its head to you-

you deserve all the
chocolate and air this
planet will dare breathe
and the sweetest promises
that will be kept