I love that you explore the world
Through the air on foot
It feels like you are on a mission
Big toe presses with pinkie taps
Taps of freedom from the inner anxieties
Presses, distancing from a greedy agent
The inner anxieties
Rains, loosened up from hitting
The shoulder, your right eye, your left lash
A green, dusted awning
I’m inside
The florist shop closed at 7
Apple Watch
7:24 pm
Rain moisture fell off
From the face
Standing still with
Body fidgets
Protective tangents
I stand underneath
The awning
Standing tall
Back pressed against it
To warm up
Imagining you
Seeking to feel
The breath before
The lips
Holding
Our warmth inside
Our lips
Our rubs
From our lips
Slow push
Strong pull
Wind bites
Our eyelids
Push push
Pull pull
Still still
Still still
Rain drops
Wet top
Smell her parfum from the parking lot
Wiping the water
Off of her thighs
At our ocean spot
