If words could be
Physical boundaries
I would save thee
From our morality.
You could feel numb
For your own pleasure
Feel only the sun
In all the weather.
I would write you music
To embed your thoughts
Sing sweet lullabies
The air is fraught
With hurt and longing
Like desperate mouths
That cry out for food
And all things else.
My duty to protect
You is strong enough,
So I'll hold you tightly
And talk of love.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
