Tagged: comfort

we are closing in

we are closing in
on one another, never
mind the discomfort


in the shadows, we

this morning, before

this morning, before
heading out, i came
to the realization
that i am down to
only one repertoire.
even though you
identified five or six
keys within the range
in which you felt most
comfortable, it is
still the same song.
i am looking out
the window, playing
to the passersby, my
entire body hums

on days when i have to

on days when i have to
keep my chin up, i do
it, like one of those
chinstrap penguins,
climbing out of the
antarctic, ready to find
anything that resembles
a foothold on those steep
slopes. you are never
ready to hear this, i know
it, by the way you smile
so innocently, try out
jokes to conduct the most
favorable light. i make
the decision for you,
yes, sorry, just like that,
you are not allowed
to comfort me, i keep
my chin up, helmet on, look
for the next solid step

because we knew just

because we knew just
enough about kissing, having
practiced being out

of practice, for comfort and
years, it came as a surprise

i still choose

i still choose
you daily –
wake up, check
the weather,
put on your
love, first
left brain,
then right brain,
draw it
all the way down
my lungs
over my heart – it is
a pullover kind of
and there are days
when i am like
a child, looking
for every excuse
to peel it off,
feel something new

here is a reminder

here is a reminder
in the middle of
a wintry afternoon
that i do not deserve
you – my legs
wrapped up so
carefully in
your legs, and for
a small, exposed
piece of me that still
strays with the
draft in the room,
a warm hand lands,
perches, massages
periodically into
that tickle threshold,
in case i were not
already completely
yours, present