there.
there in the dark where i worry.
in the dark where shadows become demons and the wall is composed of steel.
grand plans of life get washed away and i keen for them.
i watch, weakened, as things unravel and the strings are left with no end.
i roll over, to where you are.
my head against your shoulder, and i exhale.
i leave the demons to do their dance,
forget about the yet-again-ringing-telephone.
concern myself less with flowers that died.
and more with how i can get closer to you, without jumping directly into your skin.
i’ll say something inane and you’ll poke at my ego with a smile.
…i far prefer this cath to first-date cath…
i’ll laugh at something you say that’s bigger than i ever could be.
you’ll squeeze me but, not until i break.
i know you’re worried about me.
but, it’s like i said.
it’s this simple.
as simple as you’ve shown me it is.
as long as i have that shoulder to curl into, i’ll be okay.
“locking eyes, holding hands, twin high maintenance machines” – this year – the mountain goats.