Too nervous to admit that

I want to hold your thighs

One in each palm
And I want you to see me feel like a kid.
I’ll get so caught up
In joy and exuberance
Wide eyed and quick
Running down the beach with a kite
Trip on my own pant leg
Crash to the sand 
Bruise both knees
And cry in that way that is 
weeping and laughter
Both so intense I might’ve peed my pants
The sea rushing up to shadow 
Me with bubbles.
I could come damp and bewildered
To your arms
And you could greet me
Like parents greet newborns 
Smiling and crying and overjoyed 
Hold me like you know what makes me good.