I wore night like a glove so I could be unknown
to you, held by black threads, all my light
a spitting candle, a wandering eye within.
Sometimes I catch myself waiting for
betrayal. Genetic code of blame and what
I don’t have to be because I am hurt.
I think we have to do this together. Healing
into the deepest part of the wound
where bone shows through and the bleeding
can’t be stopped. Past naming and the branch
of the tongue. Past the red gelatin of fear.
Let’s worship just the breath that pumps us
to life and leaves us tasting death. Breathe into me
love, so I can feel you enter, feel you leave.