Merino & Innocence

We were all wool and shivers

and cold feet in the mornings.

Upon the shadows

we dressed.

Bathed in faint light from the shutters

we cloaked

each other in inhibitions

and reserve.

Layer after layer 

of alpaca and angora,

merino and innocence.

I was all composure,

you all nonchalance.

And when you passed

my coffee I laced

your fingers with mine,

and said,

"I sit and wonder

about the separation, the intensity

the pigmentation, and the density

of the freckles

on your back."