snug

Emily Perkovich

i’m awash in rose petals
soaked in silk
a mouth cups smoke

/there is a space where i slip in the air, a place where the rain dances against the roof, a place where the window cracks just enough/

dust gathers in the corners
we slip upstairs in a wolf-pack
glow, soft in blue-light

/i tiptoe on concrete, pull grass from roots, dig fingers in earth/we tiptoe on skin, pull hair from roots, dig fingers in ribs/

you sleep in the alcove
i wake half-asleep