i sit on the bed, peep over his huge trapezius and deltoideus
muskels
peep into
he's looking at two teddy bears on my dresser
-one surprised, three claws on each paw raised up
who are you, sir
the little one pensive, snuggled near
green forests stamped on its belly-
doesn't know i'm here on the bed sipping
his every move
he touches my three little granite mushrooms
great-gramma got them in korea
bears walked here from maine
leaves twine 'round them all, a large
blown-glass vase near
a tiny perfume vial from egypt
and a sage in a frame gazing at us.
a small pink candle
blown out at what exact moment in time?
in front of speakers that pour out thoughts, emotions,
but record none,
will leave nothing of us when we're gone.
i feel his fingers on my back
what tableau do they see
as they explore my dresser
greens and pinks
leaf and stone.
i hear it come to life,
speak of
him, his son, his dad,
we two
the world.
he's from new orleans i don't
think i'm from anywhere
just small and sheltered by
this moment, this man
this life.
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That's adorable. Men contemplating sweet things multiplies the cuteness by infinite and massive proportions. 
