Comradery

by E.K. Smith

She squints at me
  Pillow-faced
And releases towards the vivid lull
A comma lines her Brown Sugar Fingers
Blistering with anomaly and exception
under my grasp,
It has not been an amaretto-and-strawberry life
  as we'd both hoped
My anxious reflection through her grace
Repeats that back to me
Bleeding out thickened thunderstorms
And warding them off,
A final gift.