i promise to keep you safe in the soft space between my ribs
where i have let you burrow and nest
in keeper's keep
with beating hearts and beating fists
the whispering of wild things
and i promise i'll keep darkness from
setting quickening eyes onto you
instead i'll build you a haven
in rolling hills and in swollen moss
against my tugging flesh
river veins
instead i'll wash your skin with foam and
errant lips
and eyes too sore for sight
YOU ARE READING
tyrants
Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
