wayfinding

And we’re back. Yes, maybe I had to (vaguely) hit the cowboy concept after (vaguely) hitting the vampire concept. What of it!

day 27

I want to be loved the way you say
you will, hands first and brutal
in the dirt—not, of course,
that you do say it. I've translated
how you look at my knees, possibly
wistfully. I'd like to think I'm familiar
with your thoughts on sweat, but
hurry up and prove me right. 
Fit your silhouette over mine until 
we're indistinguishable by firelight,
and then get closer again. I won't 
do well with endearments, but 
I have strong hands and practice
with the unpredictable. Hold me
meanly, the way you can't 
with anything else, and I won't mind
if you're unsteady in the carrying.