Anticipation of Spokane— You

Kissing leads to comfort;
brushing my hand through
your silky blonde hair—
a wolf cut (at least that’s what I’d call it).
Under the warmth of
shared sheets, I feel
the fragile scar along
your back.
I knew you worried about it.
With my arm around
your waist, I tell you
how I love it so.
A reluctant smile peaks
at each end of
your lips.
I think about it more than you know.
You turn to me,
grabbing my hand—
your gentle eyes
showing me the bay.
Nothing could ever come close to this.