morning birds

 
he asked me  
why the door was locked
 
my love, how I tremble when you go,  
the sound of your departure  
leaves me quiet & defeated
& my lips have grown accustomed
to the sting.
 
as the low growl of intention
singes the ears of my angels,
I hold them tightly, I listen.  
the morning birds  
will tell me when it's safe.
 
 
I locked the door my love,
I think it's best that way...