She asks if I am OK
I love you then,
well if that is true when all is well
I feel the ominous Clock, like the raven
like death, the breath of empty space
We are freezing together here,
when we huddle together
our skin entangles and soothes,
you are pure
I feel it with the glide
of your hand. You touch
You heal.
Gravity sinks us down lower
to the world of family,
to relationships
to morals
to father time,
You're running from me,
you probably should.