affections

coming back down to earth

in a big dry heave

i learned this:

my affections are blood vessels I restrict

with humans I don’t know how to circulate them

rarely I’m chosen

rarely do I choose

but sure footed, I walked past my home

straight to the spring

cried my affections to the evergreen waters

she chose me

i pet her wetness freely, my friend

they say springs are beings

with names and fae companions

a life of their own

someone told me recently

they enjoy my attention and care

its been awhile

i get that

you’ll be here when people come and go

for now, I’ll guard you, with my love