and we are broken
long left forgotten
war stricken
his body a canvas of destruction,
blood drips from your brow
your clothes show of months
you could only survive
your feet,
knows well the feel of the earth,
your shoes,
bartered for things used up in moments,
and i would take care of you my love.
clothe you in my warmth
and dress you in my finest
offerings
I will take you,
i will set you by the fire,
my words your liquor, that invades your thoughts,
leaving you wanting,
wanting me ,
like , I, too want you.
your body,
the map,
shaped by the horrors you have endured,
but every ragged breath i breathe you breathe too,
and i thank god for the next.
I do.