Swatted away by an embarassed hand that caught me
Humming to myself
I draw a new thought
catch a glimpse of my handsome son dandling
a fleeting intimation of the man and father he will become
juices pouring down to elbows
Slurping noises absorb the silence
Lick hands and wrists
Heck, elbows if so inclined
Leave propriety to drop to the floor
With seeds spit in harmless reckless war.
I will have another.