An Orphan Kept

To sail in waters uncharted,

we're all orphans.

A sunken chest

on the ocean floor.

A flower deprived of sun.

To be guided into arms

that feel like home.

Dirty kids count

backwards from ten,

flowers come out

of their mouths

delivered whole.

Warm breath in my ear.

You ask me to stay.

Time suspended

now I am kept.

Once I slept,

it was soundly. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

alone we sleep soundly....together we lie listening for sounds...
I like the metaphors in stanza two.
"flowers come out of their mouths..."
Wow...good work...