Tuesday 11 July 2017

stay with me

like the sky, like the ocean
swirling, changing, shifting, surging,
like rootless cuban plants,
like the feeling
we will survive this.
you and i are old as mountains.
you and i are opening our eyes
for the first time.
i am listening to your heart.
we breathe with the Earth.
I will hold you until
           everything ends
                   and even then--

No comments:

Post a Comment