Grey walls, blue duvet
Fishing their sleepover supplies out of their backpack.
Their youthful way of preparing for experiences
Or maybe the child of divorced parents knows how to pack a bag.
They laid out their matching pajama set on the bed
And turned to dig out more.
Again, childlike things.
But in the way that is tender in a grown person.
I, from reclined in the bed, ducked forward to silently pull the pajama pants
And tuck them under a pillow, unseen and unheard.
A disappearing action a humanoid black hole the elves that take your things when you lose them.
I didn’t plan it, I did it in an instant
I started to swell with air destined to be laughter
A child delighted with my tricks.
They turned round with toiletries and chatting and when the time came 90 seconds later to deal with PJs
They paused confused and began the bewildered search
Back into the bag, spinning on an axis, ~where did those go I could’ve sworn~
I’m swollen and I’m playing it cool and I'm devouring the comedy
The constructed bafflement I am the puppeteer and
My beloved the puppet
They are searching pivoting flustered and fumbling
I act and improv, supporting the search from my jester’s perch
But it’s time to let the wind out of my balloon my mischief must unfurl and fly
I am lit up in love, the trick I know will land because I know my person
I know their careful way I know what their laugh will sound like
I know my intimate thievery is good!
My mouth curls and my eyes spill and I let them see
~Why are you smiling?!~Did you hide them?!~
The sound that a laugh makes when it sneaks free
I brace as they come to me, holding me in their hands to search around me
Laughing into my eyes, forehead to forehead, seeing my happy guilt
I’ve gotten what I want
They are here with me now in the bed their weight on me as I laugh
They search the pillows with their hands and their discovery is just like I pictured it
Their laugh is just like I heard it and called it forth I loved calling it
Their laugh I loved calling it I loved it
Wow. I am so moved by an act so innocuous.
ReplyDeleteI was bracing for some dark turn (the divorced parents maybe) and love how sweet it is at the end
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