Bearberry

some days it is eerily like holding up a mirror
 some days not at all
 it is those little surprising differences that pull me in
 otherwise, i would have to admit my narcissism

tiers, ruffles, and layers
 drab, grey, brown, and black
 socks dream in stripes
 dark rims framing the eyes

in frigid basements
 watching from across table tops
 sketches come to life
 disorganised but always professional

a silent awkwardness
 i find endearing
 a certain androgyny
 to be admired

sneezes come in clusters
 like bearberries that have stained
 embarrassed cheeks
 with nervous laughter

a wild fierceness
 behind dark eyes
 yet stillness and meditation
 in quiet hibernation

a healing comfort
 in personal familiarity
 some days it is eerily like holding up a mirror
 some days not at all

to hold her hand
 would make me melt

#poetry #bearberry