We’re like bears
the way we sleep in each other’s personal space
entangle our arms and legs
or lie awake over top of each other, languidly

The way we flop on the bed,
after a long day’s work
wishing we could hibernate

The way we move, clumsily
but playfully
over hills of snow, and across rinks of ice
on our thick fur of Pajar winter parka

The way we roll around on the ground
with our puppy
who bites our faces
and we bite his ears

The way we communicate with groans and physical presence
and not words
the way we’re at the top of the food chain
but not really,

Still, there’s no hierarchy in our den
it’s just you and me and us
and we’re like bears.