Two words
(by me)

Fingers knit together,
a symbol of a lover’s protection,
the world outside chaotic,
hell bent on disruption,
yet here we lie intertwined,
betwixt a precarious divine.

Love and lust,
hope and dreams,
secret and sublime.

You whisper into tangles of hair,
tendrils stuck to the cool side of the pillow,
your breath warming the spine,
last time” murmured,
full sentences yet to erupt,
with them come the weight of words.

Love and loss,
hope and death,
secret and settle.

A buoyancy remains still,
just underneath this ragged duvet,
guilt waiting patiently just around the corner,
cape and glove at the ready,
but we are shielded here,
fingers weaving into a shield of armor.

Love and luck,
hope and detours,
secret and survive.

Maybe this is the “last time“.

I and Love and You :: The Avett Brothers

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