/ poem

{ feeling safe is a state of mind...}

 in a silent kind of world, on a sofa, out to sea

a world of hush and shut 

of reluctant touches and dire need 

we sit 

guarding against the fray beyond 

mess of mawing mewling bodies urging 

on and on


here we 




lay here


on a sunday morning your light hand finds mine

in a bed, in the sky, under feathers

our translucent skin

we lay

i trace my love along your bones

our stories sung in lyrics, caught breath, spirits

float and float


and jupiter in the night sky, and a window to press our worries against, a branch reaching in for company and that way we witness it all, and what we'll always remember and that we'll forever forget 

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