See that hand
waving up from your waistband?

That’s me
via your pajama leg!

I’ll just loll here a while
let my fingers moonwalk
up and down your belly

index
tapping on your navel
a little bongo

scurry like
a cat on a mouse
on parquet

triplet raps
middle to thumb
add the ring for
straight four-four time
end with all moving
cascades and flourish
like Vladimir Horowitz
full-hand five finger
quintuplets

ah, so you’re ticklish!
well, I’ll just blow raspberries here . . .
and here . . . and . . .
okay, enough? cry uncle

Tio!

Come on, get dressed,
we’ll go have breakfast.

Did I lie,
wasn’t the sleepover fun?

© Carlos Chagall, 2013