my mind jumps rope
from you to him to her to them
sometimes tripping
sometimes double skipping
no need to catch my breath
you’re there each time
the hot rain
cools my cheeks
you’re there each time
the bedroom plants are watered
from the outside
i’ve stopped stalking storms
sometimes retreating
sometimes greeting
they find me tying knots
you’re there each time
a poem about you for you (and you)
September 14, 2020
you are your own though your temperament reminds me of him your head is more ripe mango while his was more soft plum my love
