Being Six Again

Honesty
and mischief oozed
from every pore when I was six;
playing in dirt was heaven,
touching fire was a temptation
and hearing no was a dare.
 
Being naked was comfortable,
gross body sounds an orchestra
and my belly button,
a secret treasure trove.
 
There was wonder
in most things around me,
especially girls;
 
some boys my age
thought of them as icky,
not me.
 
I stayed throwing mud
and my heart at this one girl
I liked because I couldn't
find the words to tell her
how she made the
butterflies in my stomach sigh
as I looked at her and believed,
 
I was gonna stay six

forever.