(Platonic) Soulmates
Please, keep me close,
I hold fast to our vow.
Let me live
in the little moments--
your head in my lap,
skin delicate
beneath my fingertips.
Let me cook with you, and
dance between recipe steps
in the warmth of
the stovetop light--
admiring the golden glow of
the curves I memorized
during our episode of
manic intimacy, our explicit exception,
just protection for your first time.
