hope

outside my window

two robins building a nest

squirrel runs down the tree

Waiting on a rainbow

It’s a dreary day

grey clouds, no sun, cold rain, and

not a word from you

connecting dots

dawn slips through open

window blinds, painting stripes on

your sunburned shoulder

.

skin warm against me

I trace the shadowed outlines

of your collarbone

.

before gliding down

shallow valley of your spine

skin raised in goosebumps

.

fingertips lightly

drawing Cassiopeia

along your hip’s curve

.

your freckled constellations

the North Star guiding me home

warmth

sunlight streaming through

blue sky baking me into

a delightful crisp

can I have a bite?

one crow hops sideways

edging close to the robin

eying up her worm

finding a backbone

Leaning into you

your hand travels down my spine

strengthens my resolve

against

rain tapping windows

tree limbs’ shadows on the wall

your breath down my spine

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