potato couch
one, two, three pillows barricade
the cold from my skin
barricade the reminders
i have not been touched in so many days
so i sink into the
tan, brown, pink and blue
blankets and cushions
further and further out of reach.

you are a good man
cracked hands, black oil stains soaked
with hard days work
under wide and cold gray skies,
it sits heavy on your back.
how i'd like to make your burden light,
a petal kiss on neck pulse,
sheer florals on button-up dress.