I now know where the term
From this close, I can’t look away.
In my hand I hold not just an apple,
But the trust of an animal
Whose father’s head may be on a living room wall
Whose son’s antlers may be tattooed on shoulders or biceps.
I hold the trust of this being without ever speaking a word to it.
Our gaze proclaims understanding,
Our cautious movements say good will,
Our time together whispers of peace.