Listen to the Deer Tick Sing

I wait for you to come
to brush your shoe against
the blade of grass I'm sitting on
touch me with your hand
as you reach for one last
violet to take home
or pick up a worm to place
gracefully in the garden
even better if you lie
on a hillside to watch the sunset
or breathe in stars
I will feel your warmth, bury
my head next to that freckle
on your calf, that hair
on your forearm, or just behind
the lobe of your left ear
I promise not to take too much
blood into my swelling body
only what I think I need
and I will never
let you know I am here
though I will love you

Poem copyright ©2017 by James K. Zimmerman, "Listen to the Deer Tick Sing." Poem reprinted by permission of James K. Zimmerman.
Source: 2018
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