noted

this is us now
in that holy crush of midnight

in the hours where I find you
all hands and moonlit promises
because we are so perfectly doomed
to explore each other’s lives
coming back to that compass point
time and time again, your eyes
polished rubies in a burning room

and so, I look for you in music
where I met you, beautiful, beating
your fragile wings in the dark
because my dear, I am fragile too
as I rest in your feathers
allowing my bones to be wombed
in the steadfast weight of your arms

because I want to be everywhere
that you are, slowly drifting away
from fear

from harm