little buddy
u r tiny hands (are they hands?
arms open up
hold me--I hold u
forget lonely
LOVE is here in your little fists
miss u? of course I miss you
the words elude
solitude and silence
between us
but little platypus
combines
not of flesh
but of furry fortitude
reminds of your warmth
the warmth of soft, hairfree skin
against white cold freckles
I miss u
but for now
platypus
is
all i have