I am good

Walking across our playground
I see love at the gate of the park
with two hands wrapping the bars
and the toothless grin of a child, of an old person
indistinguishable to me

I am brave, I press my thumbs to its,
we compare lips in turn
more room love explains, laughing
Searching for space, then pointing
at the soft walls below my navel

To play in the eyes
of one who better knows
I am good

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