In my mind you were stretched out like dough, I was too- I had done it to myself. already.

You generously brought the armored fox and pink eyes. Gold. soft and tired.

We didn’t bounce, we pulled- it didn’t hurt (I think we both didn’t want it to hurt anymore.)

I wore camouflage, but not to hide.

We bent time, shared raspberries, filled our space. without long limbs, it wasn’t enough (it couldn’t be) the most and only break was in the goodbye.