I don't want to go.
I don't want the seams of our love,

to be lost in the fray.

I want to stay draped in it.
a cloak from the winds,

that are sweeping this planet.

I want to stay dry,
from the rains that follow me home,

to my doorstep.

I need to keep this sacred,
not misplace it,
into stray hands.

or from those,
who wander & poach beauty,
from this world.

No one seems to see,
you & i
that we've been cut,

from the same cloth.