Mostly Legs
I miss your love,
you press into me like you’re trying
to be me
lean so hard on me that I struggle to stand but please don’t go
I’ll sit on the floor and hug you close
match your breathing to mine
I don’t want your kisses but thank you for the offer
you don’t run from me and it feels you're
alone with that
you look up to me and I actually feel pride
when I see you it’s chaos
things fly everywhere
mostly legs
as I pull you close
and breathe deep of your missed scent
with you on my lap though you hardly fit
I’m not alone
as I stroke your short black fur
avoid your wagging tail
and tell your brother
you’re both good boys
