Who is this?

Who is this child
sleeping near my breast
(headful of girl curls),
breathing deep (guiltless),
bedazzling his way
through my scarred heart
on a dancing smile,
stirring me, leaving me wild?

WHO is this boy
so drowsy and spent
by endeavoring
ceasless amusement?
Like cooling blue rain
water, his eyes
wash me in pleasure.
Looking at toys or treasure?

Who IS this man
too lazy to plan,
awakening me
with puddingsoft hands
for a dreamer’s dream
where I’m Alice
lost in Wonderland
and all the world’s a marvel?