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You, cuddle gremlin,
Claiming your rightful tax of touch at every opportunity,
Matching my busy hands as they make home on your skin
You, sweet buzzy little bee,
Soaked in honey,
I brush pollen off enthusiastic cherub cheeks.
Every day you do or say something that brings
Puppy-lick warmth to my heart
And a smile to my love-soaked lips.
You, wild creature,
Driven by impulse and need,
Seeking that spark of aliveness that calls you onwards –
A spark I too dance towards but sometimes smother
Under sensible shoes.
You, feral, a freeloader,
Filling up borrowed bags with stolen goods and treasure,
A hunter like me, lurking in dark spaces,
Diving into deep pools just to see what you can glean.
You clown!
I laugh out loud at your silly self-deprecation,
Your left-field observations,
Your judgements and deceptions,
That cheeky little grin.
You, attuned, feeling so deep,
I’ve seen you weep at the plight of another,
I’ve seen you drop into empathic connection so complete
That you speak to unarticulated aspects
Of what they are going through.
You, yearning to grow,
My baby sapling pushing against so much snow!
But you take that ownership,
Showing the strength that lies deeper
Than your ‘stuckness’,
Self-awareness flashes like sunlight through long white clouds,
Warm and hopeful.
The sun is always there, above the clouds,
Yours is so very warm, so bright, so full of life and light,
But sometimes hidden from sight.
And that’s alright my love,
My love, that’s alright.
Joe Blogs, 2025