Between the loop of her arm
and the side of her belly,
cradles George with yellow
satin, cape
a loose blue shirt
and powers of a hero.
Face is soft
matte velvet white,
the muzzle and head
in the wear of love
are grey like graphite.
One finger dug
deep
in voids
of her nose,
the love glue smeared
in concerns of care
palms clutch him close.
