Not Quite
Even in the shadow gray just before it rains
There's always a small smile on your face
Thinking how nice it will smell
Once the sun shines down again
Even when you’re all alone
You always appear unperturbed
Knowing how good it will feel
To be cuddled on a couch again
Or sitting Buddha-like
On the bottom of the pool
Chest burning and turning blue, you’re
Bursting with a joyous will to breathe
You wallow in filth
Knowing how refreshing
That hot shower will feel
When the grit and grime run off
And after, shivering naked,
Dripping tap tap on a tiled floor
There’s a towel tumbling in the dryer
That will wrap so warm and soft
I’d rather be there with you
Always on the verge
Of small inevitable pleasures.
Here, I’m held and warm and loved
But it isn’t quite the same
As almost warm
nearly touched
and not quite alone
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