I'll be your Alice

Sometimes you don't want to have to 'grow up'

If the leaves should fall upon me now
and the soil soak my favorite silk dress
With hands pressed against my brow
shutting your sunlight out
Just leave me

Here
in a world of my own
I can live like Alice, some cards a cat and maybe a rabbit hole
With ants crawling on my jam sandwiches
a beetle in my hair and dirt on my toes
Come along, if you want

I'll be your Wendy, you'll be my Peter
No need to grow up, we'll just sit in the sun
With no divorce, bills or responsibility
only the compulsion to laugh, run and hold hands

Just lay with me by this tree
take off your shoes and greyish socks
feel the grass under your toes
we'll imagine childhood heroes and forget our obligation to grow