Your armpit smells fine
With my head inside it.
I went too low in our hug.
Have you ever been bear hugged
From the side?
I imagine you’d want to lift me.
Your back arched and my feet
Dangling one at a time
Until we crash into the rug.
Is it still a blood brother
When only one is bleeding?
Blood wiped from a cheek
By a thumb.
I want to live in the space
Between our shoulders at the bar,
Where I’ve doubled over laughing,
Holding your elbow
To steady.
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 1:52 AM UTC