Amongst many to feel
you sleep in your angry
curled-up ball.
To soften your eyes.
Where have you been
my love?
What can you know?
When did this seed of
you now, find itself home?
Why could I dream of you
before you laid here?
To know some parts of you
fills me with fear.
And dread.
I’ll have to confess my
earth-prints too.
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 7:14 PM UTC
Amongst many to feel
you sleep in your angry
curled-up ball.
To soften your eyes.
Where have you been
my love?
What can you know?
When did this seed of
you now, find itself home?
Why could I dream of you
before you laid here?
To know some parts of you
fills me with fear.
And dread.
I’ll have to confess my
earth-prints too.
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