You are cotton candy
wearing a sweater of
soft pinks and blues
light and thin
gentle yet strong.

You are for this young man
myself
when life breaks apart
when my stomach rumbles.
You satisfy my sweet tooth,
but you are more than a carnival treat.
You are praised and loved
for your use of words
tender delight
that enters my soul.

When I arrive home
like a child at the fair
I vroom to you
whizzing past lights if red, blue, and green
to your circling embrace
I hold you
my sweetest love.