give

to me all your wide emptiness
that place in you that winds into yourself
looking for hope

my tongue can reach it if you
give
to me all the beauty in your pen
splayed on enraged paper
rained underneath your skin
bubblin
troubling your waters within

and that’s
what i want you to
give
in my mouth
let me drink your truth

in the morning
i will birth you a new haven
my arms
my heart
my hands
with your cheek in my lap
stroking your head

either one

in any case,
massaging away your worries.
always
anytime.
i want to receive you, and,
i will
i promise

give back.