Men
molding me
and making memories
we loom over each other
like masked insects
reaching to prove ourselves
bending to lie prone
sticking the wounds we once knew
swimming in a sea of honey
Mend
saluting me
and binding these gashes
we hold hands and slip away
like springtime thunder
holding me heroically
releasing to stand
fearlessly threadbare (we always are)
running past the cobwebs of brokenness
Many
accurizing me
and resting in elysian slumber
we pass through romance
like crisp pages
stumbling into friendship
surrendering to accord
inding ease in esteemed stagnation
feeling cords detangle my armor
Man
passing me
and inding doors un-ajar
we slip into futures of satin
like feathered crystal
gracing soft palms
pulsing through the walls
dancing to lush vulnerability
friendship furnished this heart.
GZRW 10:13pm 10/09/2014
Dedicated to MB, JH, IVDM, RL, JS
Inspired indirectly by the copy of Bly,
Hillman, and Meade’s The Rag and Bone
Shop of the Heart that has been on my
Dad’s dresser for years