the cloven hoof animals
leave abstract hearts
on my sidewalk
nibbling at the romance
of the cutie cake nape
of your neck
the delicate mammals
of the adirondacks
prance toward spring
and here i am
waiting for it
to happen
and for you
the delicate mammal
of buffalo
to line up your floats
and inflated balloons
to bring them
through the streets
of mid-life glamour
to pile your anecdotes
of three years into
a sleeper car
that only the
shut eye of bliss
is experienced
and like a mischievous otter
i float in your arms
beating a path
to your sultry
whitetail