wrapped her arms
around my chest
from behind
locking her fingers in front
to keep me
from flying away

in my ear
she whispered

if you are looking
for a reliable handhold
you can count on
the clouds
for these skies won’t stay blue

wrap your hopes up
in this bloody bandage
i borrowed
from a dirty saint
and say a prayer
no one steals
that from you too

when the world
is dark and cold
covers its ears
to your words
turns its back to you
and no longer
sees your face

know this

the right bed
in the right room
with the right person
can be
all the sanctuary
you can wish for


Words and Image: B. Reeves


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