JAGUAR
11.11.20
continuously surprised
small sweetnesses, smelling of warm skin and morning
they wrap its skin around mine, sunshine kissing the body in crisp, like the sleep in our eyes
it’s the little things;
a lion disguised as lamb, not for its benefit — he doesn’t need to bear teeth for me to
show my nape
coffee cups and combinations of chocolate and berry
I say “read me one more paragraph”
but what i mean is, “thank you, I know you’re tired.”
because does it really count to show gratitude
when i receive these kindnesses with open palms
it’s easier to let go that way
i think you know
my fear of holding surrenders slowly
you can tell by the way bodies melt
hand looking for another to hold
how for just a moment, there is only you, me, and whatever
third half awake half asleep dimention
we’re nearing equinox
fall is just for these types of things
no one knows if winter will be animus or anima this year