bewitch the guests with tricks
learned from forest beasts.
Waiting for your smile to meet mine
between an encounter with a wolf
and the sun among your trees.
Trying to determine
the ways in which a year changed you,
the ways in which a year changed me.
I find a place right below
my fifth rib to stash the thrill of
having you this close,
because I know you flee
at the sense of a maudlin word
and this time, I'd like you to stay.
(Shared with The Real Toads)