I do a cartwheel
and notice my weight
toppling
but instead of landing flat
on the dirt
I dissolve into his grip
One hand is wrapped
around my back
while the other holds
tightly to my free arm
and I'm tilted sideways gazing
through
sharp,
steel eyes
"I told you I wouldn't let you fall," he whispers
That last
phrase took his sweet voice
of a palette and
painted my
cheeks
in the brightest
fuchsia
