cold
handled me
withdrawing
inward speak
safety
Tag: quiet
stepping
into night
streetlights
gather
twilight
I crack for the scent
sweet herb
pulls me into you
hound
Curled like a cat into soft things
Mischief glows green, eyeshine lowlights.
Warm milk and honey.
The moon like a hangnail,
flaring orange close to morning.
Road sounds, engines idling awake.
I tiptoe under starlight,
notations of the night.