Tonight, we in a basket.
We sit, loveseat.
From the kitchen stretch of a table,
deflated pants sigh cotton.
Tonight we retreat into chair. Trees
turn their piney eyes.
Nests blush to beating hooves.
Apricot and mammal, we recline
in stone. We tagged. We branded.
Button down horse back. We winded.
We hidden. We shudder in reverse.
Our legs clap along the archway.
Lazy Friday breathes chocolate.
Shoulders pressed, we crush,
huddle under sap lumber.
a little bit me, a little bit you.