Jeux Interdits

I danced around my flower.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I dance around my flower," I answered.
"I don't see any flower."
"Look deeper." She did.
"Oh, you are a child," she said.
"Uhuh," I said, which was the onomatopoeia for yes.
"May I join?" she asked.
"Ugh," I answered, which was the onomatopoeia for no.
"Why?"
"Because I want to join your world. May I?"
"Why?"
"Because there are more flowers there."
"How do you know?"
"Because I see you there, naked."
She blushed. "Your soul," I added.
"Still, naked..." she blushed further. "Yes," she added.

I joined her flowers,
Dragging with me my flower, my marbles, my teddy bear,
dogs, butterflies collection... "I hate dead butterflies..."
"This is a living-butterflies collection..." my turtle, my gold fish,
my dragons...
"Are they fierce?"
"Only to grownups."
"Am I a grownup?"
"If they bite you." They licked her.
The elephant refused to follow
until she allowed her (it was a girl elephant) to borrow her pink ribbon
and tie it to her tail.
"Do you always carry your entire zoo with you?"
"Only when I move my world."
We danced around her flowers.

"Your tits are small, I said.
"You said you don't see my tits," she pouted.
"I said I see your soul," I answered.
"You lied," she insisted.
"I lied," I accepted. "Children lie."
"Always?"
"Only about unimportant things."
"And what is important?"
"Love."
"What about love?"
"I love you."
She blushed even deeper.
"You blush. Are you ashamed?"
"I am happy."
She did not refuse to dance, hugging closely,
almost cuddling.

"When do they go to sleep?"
I thought she had finished by now all the hues of red,
seemed she did not, descending even deeper.
"Why?"
"To make love."
"Children are not supposed to make love."
"These children are."
"I can whistle them to sleep."
"Also the teddy bear?"
"Also the teddy bear."
I whistled them all to sleep,
the marbles on the petals, the flower in the teddy bear's paw,
the turtle choosing to sleep on its back,
the dogs under the elephant's ear, the elephant under a dragon's wing,
the rest of the dragons hanging upside down from huge flowers
and the butterflies covering everything with a miraculously colored carpet.
Fishes don't close eyes. Mine did.
She fell asleep as well,
cuddling the fish bowl.
I didn't wake her up,
there were many tomorrows in this world.
I just sat and watched her sleeping smile.