My love got buried in my hurt
Because they didn’t think
It mattered that all things
Wake up together
Or at least we thought
We could
We might
We should
Wake up together
More than once
More than twice
Even more than
Three times
Three finger strokes
Along your back
Count the stones
Along your spine
Name each one
The compassion of our bones
Like xylophones
Singing to one another
Through the hammer
Of our hearts
I left my disappointments
In a basket by the sea
The path of embers
Underneath my feet
Led my most important
Self above the sand
Where once was buried
The pain of
Not knowing you
© GÄ
Poétique 