his heart

the heat in his chest

throws off spare watts for me

for every critter in our family all who crave his warmth. We barnacles

cling to him.

I reach in the darkened nights to find the physical manifestation

of dream-desires. we are here together and I am comforted,

for I have spent some years alone wanting nameless

things, shapeless joys

I knew existed.

Alison McConnell