Meredith in a lime green parka
waiting for her lover
in -33 weather
in front of the unwed mothers house, around the corner
asked to meet my dog.
The dog barked furiously
shaking her collar, barring her teeth
And you let her.
She sniffed at you|
distrustful of your hooded form
and you smiled patiently,
content to let her suspect you.
Until at last, accepting the safety of your genuine tenderness
She pushed her cold wet nose under your wool soaked fingers
Through the bundled layers of our winter wear, on a starkly cold January night,
your undemanding strength betrays you.
Femme to butch, I catch a glimpse of your suave heart
Steady and true.
No need to ask how you identify or what pronoun you prefer
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