maybe to hold
darkly
that which loves you warm;
that which loves you warm and
sundry.
Flesh to blade, as skin to lips.
love is a pressed handle—
love's pressed handle
as reddish
florals.
As flush: what you
mean to hold me.
For Nori, a dog, a sister.
(I don't like to say "my dog" because that connotes a power hierarchy with necessary roles of ownership and possession. I'd rather conceive of her in egalitarian terms).
Anyway, she always finds me when I'm down; she knows when I'm not feeling right, and she's always there for me. She's the only love I ever need.