Oversight

I have the distinct advantage, granted by my considerable size, of being able to see you from head to toe all at once. Would it interest you, I wonder, to know you stress with your whole body? I see it often enough, that adorable vindictive scowl, firmly set to tell of the tightness in all of your muscles, glowering up at me with your arms crossed, shoulders caved, and knees locked, so that you scarcely need voice a scathing "Daddy".

It's rather charming, really.

But I find it somewhat saddening that you put your entire body to use in order to feel stress when you only use one part at a time to feel love. Hold my hand, Daddy, rub my back. Pat my head. Kiss my face, Daddy, kiss my mouth, Daddy, kiss my mouth. But. Let me kiss you. I want to hug you, Daddy, I want to touch you. I would like, Daddy, very much to put my arms around you. Daddy. Let me kiss you with my lips.

Am I really so large, Marco, that you are only able to reach me in these bits and pieces? Are you really still so shy, after coming to a giant of a man and staring him down with your arms crossed, shoulders caved, and knees locked to tell him that you loved him, now after still so shy that you will only offer up one limb at a time for fear of being broken?

It should, most decidedly, run the other way round, when my head alone is nearly you, when a kiss is very much my mouth and very much much more of you. What then, am I truly so old that my eyes are deceiving me and when I see you stress from head to toe and love from piece to part I am, in actuality, seeing with more than a touch of senile imagination? Or, I would rather, rum?

Perhaps.

Because there is the one, which is quite probably of the greatest consequence. Pick me up, Daddy. I am only too glad to comply. And only after are the hands and the back and the head and the face.

Not shy, I see but subtle. You fix me with a placid gaze, trust set plainly to tell of the calmness in all of your muscles, peering up at me with your knees folded loosely, shoulders slouched, and arms waiting patiently so that you scarcely need whisper a comfortable "Daddy" when you reach them around my neck. You love with your whole tiny body, Marco, I wonder if you realize, when it counts the most. And I, I am afraid, have a peevish tendency to, as they say, see the forest for the trees; granted my comparable size, I daresay it is a forgivable inclination.