his house
is like home to me
& i know his own
room better
than he does.
the futon
in his living room
probably has a
lasting imprint
of our bodies
curled up tight together
hidden somewhere
in the blanket
that covers it
or maybe even its
mattress.
i know
the beaten path
to the horse pasture
& the goat
might as well
be my best friend, too.
omen still has
new tricks
to show me,
but in the end,
i know him,
too, just
as well.