I tangled my fingers into his god-like beard
I followed the traces of his jaw bone, down his neck
That led me all the way to those two chambers of his heart
One for me and one for what was left of the other one.
I fortified my walls inside his beating hub
But at night I hear her knocking lonely from the other side
“I don’t want to die” she whispers…
“I’m not here to kill you” I add in the pulsing darkness.
Draft that I never convinced myself to publish. Some drafts just get all dusty in here. Some of them might never see the light.
It’s all love and late night (very late) shenanigans. Peace!