Little fox,
I still feel your teeth
on my lips.

I still smell the balm
of your kiss
on my hand.

What strange circumstances
could cause these eyes to meet
under perfect summer sun?

Little fox,
your fur is like steel and silk.
Let me hold you for a while.

The bones of your limbs
betray your power.
Innocent and magnificent.

What strange circumstances
make you scurry
while I watch the tree line and pray.

Little fox,
your eyes smile like icy wind
on the first snow of winter.

How fresh and sharp!
How invigorating!
How does the world turn like this?

I never wished to wake up
in the morning so badly
as after you crossed my path.

08/20/2023

Posted on 08/20/2023
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