_Alone
In black park of bed_
-Elise Nada Cowen
Bedding them, saving them -
(or maybe the reverse?)
it was all the same to me.
All of them, like that;
One liked to wrestle first,
another wanted to be tied down.
Their eyes loosed in the darkness,
swimming at me, sparking
& begging, always begging.
But all of our skins need touching,
all of our faces want remembering.
So I gave them what they needed:
I loved them all with unclouded heart.
Ivy trellises inside me,
but memory is still sterling.
Black park of bed -
yellow crush dawn -
I am the giving snare.
Mar 25, 2023
Mar 25, 2023 at 2:22 PM UTC
_Alone
In black park of bed_
-Elise Nada Cowen
Bedding them, saving them -
(or maybe the reverse?)
it was all the same to me.
All of them, like that;
One liked to wrestle first,
another wanted to be tied down.
Their eyes loosed in the darkness,
swimming at me, sparking
& begging, always begging.
But all of our skins need touching,
all of our faces want remembering.
So I gave them what they needed:
I loved them all with unclouded heart.
Ivy trellises inside me,
but memory is still sterling.
Black park of bed -
yellow crush dawn -
I am the giving snare.
