It’s so much easier to melt into your warm flesh because I know how you smell and your voice.
It’s just the nurturing comfort I need right now but you won’t kiss me as you did before.
Something is distinctly unfamiliar…
You feel different in my bed, humidity on a dry. cold, windy day when the sun is loitering in the sky rather than actually warming things up.
You’re a woke soul, a man not a boy with your dreams doing cartwheels.
It’s not love, it’s familiarity which so many humans mistakenly wrap their arms around in tribal joy.
No doubt, what is familiar today will change tomorrow and that intrepid fact is forever familiar all around us.