Studio Renee

7:45pm | 1/28/24 
Free verse

I cannot see you age because
your face remains the same as 
when we ate under the olive trees and
when we would sit outside on a hot
summer night swinging our legs
while holding melting ice cream
oozing down our fingers and
when we met halfway between
your shift and my bed
at 3am and we watched the sunrise
over the dry desert brush 
from the back of your car

I love that each shape you take
you take with me in tandem

the skin under your eye is as soft
as the tip of my nose

your fingers make a nest in the bed
and my hair gets tangled in them

when you shed, I slip out of my skin too

Isn't it fun how your pink cheeks
were always this round and prickly?

I miss the sun we were born under
but the fog is really nice too.