Five month old babyfish, pudgy feet planted firmly in my lap and sturdy legs splayed, stands slightly higher than my face. Arms spread wide open for balance, he looks down into my face. His full cheeks hang down in wide crescents. His sharply bright baby eyes are blurry up close. His open, smiling mouth hovers over my cheeks, my mouth, my nose. He finally closes his mouth over my mouth, and begins to suck with surprising force, in a savagely loving baby kiss. When he's finished he smiles at me beneficently. The twilight is gathered into the slightly mad gleam of his eyes.