If I was nothing more than a penny
I would pray for a child to leave me at your doorstep and that some unknown force would
cause a falter in your step until you found me and picked me up between your two fingers
and pocketed me like the worthless coin that I am
and I would be much happier than every loonie in a rich man’s wallet
in the pocket of your ripped jeans
listening to the sweet sound of you breathe.