David

He sits across from me on a couch
stacks of CDs to his left
the music coming from his right
he clumsily changes the CD and keeps singing
making goofy faces the entire time
He puts on something loud and intruding
listens to 15 seconds of it, then switches to something more mellow
muttering and complaining
the entire time, the music is sweet with a little latin flavor
He smiles at me, makes a face, then turns to look at nothing
He keeps singing and dancing in his seat
He closes his eyes and leans back
his arms at his sides, his lap lays open
He has a fatherly appeal
a comforting embrace I'm sure
I sit and gaze at him
I long to crawl into his lap
lay my head on his chest
and let him just hold me