The wind is picking up again;
we're in the middle of a hurricane
and it's easier to build a wall and defend
ourselves at the first sign of pain

but you put me on the fence,
forcing me to choose,
not what makes sense
but what I'm afraid to lose.

Hand in hand,
interlaced,
your sweet neck
hides my face.
This is where
I feel safe.

02.09.19