A little piece for my Paul

Huffed and puffed and blew my house down, me away. A birthday lamb in wolf's clothing. A little boy blue.

His taste buds tingle with words - verbs to the back, adjectives on either side. His fingers tremble music and, in private, his heart draws nostalgia.

I put a meter in his chest, where no one can see. It flutters constantly, measuring the world, himself, me. I'm the only one who knows how it works. It hasn't yet achieved heaviosity, but one day it will.