not as old
as the mountains
or the trees
in the redwood forest
He’s moving slower
not as slow
as the Galapagos tortoise
he moves with purpose
His body’s softer
not as soft
as goose down
but soft enough
to wrap my arms around
and feel protected
He's lighter colored
not as light
as an albino
or a ball of floured
pizza dough
the darker hairs
have turned gray
the blush of crimson
on his face
has melted into butter
but I could love no other
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 11:08 AM UTC
not as old
as the mountains
or the trees
in the redwood forest
He’s moving slower
not as slow
as the Galapagos tortoise
he moves with purpose
His body’s softer
not as soft
as goose down
but soft enough
to wrap my arms around
and feel protected
He's lighter colored
not as light
as an albino
or a ball of floured
pizza dough
the darker hairs
have turned gray
the blush of crimson
on his face
has melted into butter
but I could love no other
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