Her delicate, spindly legs,
Bending gently at the joints.
Tickling the soft hair on my arm,
She, kissing the skin wrapped around my wrist,
Politely introduces herself.
We share a common bond,
Viscous and red.
We, sisters, raise our glasses to longevity.
She leaves me to sleep off her drunkenness in the cool grass,
shaded by night and dusted with dew.
She leaves me, but she leaves me well.
The footprints of her lips,
A memento of our commensalism.
A gift that I will keep
Until her timely passing.