You lie,
as though time had breathed in
ready to sigh with relief that
you were here.

As though the linear forces of
earth, nature, and the very
seasons had been distracted
by your chest, rising beneath my
palms. Fur dappled.
Broad enough to carry some,
but not all of me.
We are not really,
a we.

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