rigid fern
I gave him a hug while the
rain soaked through a thirteen year old wool sweater that reminds me of the twilight movies
He picked me up in the gravel parking lot, donut sugar on his fingers,
arms wound tight in an embrace around my body
Spinning, spinning, laughing, laughing, smiling
I never want him to stop smiling
I never want to stop holding him
I still laughed when I left,
warmth in my chest as if
Prometheus sat smiling in the passenger seat of a 2007 mazda
Still licking his spit off my lips as I drove
I watched raindrops trickle down the windshield
Thinking of how humans are relatively 70-80% water
I let my hair dry naturally
Picturing his musical fingers detangling the strands
As he would pluck a string of the guitar
hot rose
shy isle
placid skiff
timber lagoon