just a little bit

I want to take you on a driving tour of my life
limited to a suburb it wouldn’t take long
winding roads would curve around a childhood
of hide and go seek and mission impossible
as I listen to your voice on my stereo
I forget that you haven’t traveled here yet

your words have wound around me
shift from first to second, third
back down again to take a corner
imaging the lines could be
should be?
written for me

winters bend roads
warping concrete
creating contours in
the body of prince george

our different gods with a
difference of opinion on how
a child should be raised
soft fuzzy bunny of my childhood compared
to the spikes and glass shards of yours

I’ll curl around you
a mother cat cuddling her kitten
create cow licks in you hair
my steady breathing
rhythmic heartbeat
will lull you to sleep