Unadorned
And I’ve let go of
Things but not people
Experiences, good and bad,
Their scars shine silver at
Civil twilight
But you run your fingers
Over my peculiar fur
And I breathe you in
Mine, I say from the back of
My throat,
You’re mine
And you curl into me
A little tighter
Safe here,
Warm and comforted,
If nothing else
Redeemable exists
Then I can lay down
Rest my head
And have intimacies
As palpable as
Summer lightning
Not be broken by their
Power,
Sometimes a man
Would rather fuck than
Feel
But here,
Safe and strong
I’m going to have
Both.
