Celestial Association

Listen, I don't make

the rules or whatever

but my favorite book

as a toddler was

"Stevie's Tricycle".

No, I couldn't read it

but my mother did

since I was in

the womb or whatever

and so it was my favorite

after I foolishly left

that warm, safe place.

Stevie rode around

his neighborhood

back when a kid could

do that unattended.

Its golden spine 

legitimized the action.

What I remember most

were these peaches

on the trees.

They were this warm orange

color with red rubbed in

for ripe emphasis.

We could talk about this

and we could talk about that

and your therapist would

reference Freud

while mine echoed

from the bottom of this bottle

but at the end of the day

that you're willing to give

here and there

when we're running low

all that matters is that

your cheeks

when I gaze down at you

form the same warm mixtures 

of hues as those peaches

in "Stevie's Tricycle"

and if that ain't enough

then bottom's up.