his strong, warm arms around me

his soft cotton, heart beating against my cheek

his velvet palms, strong fingertips around my hands

his long, dark hair falls near his eyes as he pushes it aside

his subtle head nods as he talks, listens

his pink mouth moving silently because he doesn't sing

his canine teeth showing as his lips move up to laugh

his bracelet, which I made him, he pushes up his arm

his cheekbones and gaze higher than anyone's

text him to text me,

    his thick and complicated mind,

    tell me he loves me, too.

The way he looks at his girlfriend:

     "she's crazy beautiful."

The way he suddently becomes smooth:

     "yeah, there was some tongue."

  the fear in his eyes with his hands in his pockets,

  the easy confidence as he laughs, surrounded.

I am so grateful

                          for my older brother.

I'm so glad to have

                          such a cool friend.