One

gesture of a greeting
gesture of the soft animal
gesture of sugar
the only love
is the one you reserve
i wait
behind the gate in the field
play in the mud
play in the stones
never sweet enough to share
w your world
take away the little offer
discard it
with tissue with fruit with salt
i know when you’re here
the softness is an ache

i did not exist one year ago, i do not exist now