Exit

speak to me like a poem
touch me like you mean it
need me like there’s no way out
and i’m your only exit

Our Love is Wounded

our love is a wounded soldier

painfully staggering

through lilies and thorns

through cutting rock

and perfumed meadows

every step, a loss and a gain

the sky is falling between us

the ground breaks its heart beneath

and yet there is Peace within our reach

we haven’t seen the moon in days

or sat with the sun for months

and still, there is a Peace that runs deep

between us, our hearts beat a cord

remember, we are tethered beneath the skin

together, underneath the incense of prayers

we are skipping above still waters

soaring beneath red seas

our lungs full of scarlet sun

our hearts a full moon

what is this cord that binds us?

it could be Love

it must be Love

what else could it be?