She asks to kiss her please, of course I oblige because I adore my place there on top of the world where I can pick her up. She’s always so surprised I’m that much taller her feet are up and lifted. There’s something pretty about being above everyone else, it must mean, she loves. I can see she’s upset today tired of trying to tie the ends making ends meet. In other words, life is just simpler when she asks to be kissed and of course I oblige. She just wants it to be safe to sink in my arms told things will be ok. It’s more than all that, really, because not just anyone would ever be allowed to kiss her this way. She’s deadly private superstitious in a way I think she’s carved my name in that old oak tree buried deep inside her. I honestly don’t mind picking her up I understand her thinking where lips barely touch. She just likes knowing someone will come running when she asks do you want to kiss?