Julianaire

In my car

Stretched out and at peace

I wonder if the scratches on his head feel

The way I do when I give them

Or maybe I’m just a nuisance

Seeking a jerk, a wince, a physical rejection of my gentle affection.

Finding refuge in between the seat and his back

Pulling him closer and further away

I wonder if he loves the way I do

Is to sit on my back porch with you

At night

And talk until the sun comes up

I wanna see who you are dead tired and silly

Exhausted and still animated

By this connection

By this goodness between and from me.

begging my tears to sink in

I dared not see him.

as my heart was breaking

my arm moved to touch his.

i rubbed but he felt cold.

because all the love

that was within him