Scared
If there is
safety nestled in the curves of your elbows,
Pull me in
and smother me against the line traced down your chest.
Speak to me
in words laced with ether, and I will not be afraid.
Look me in
the eyes and tell me you never feel afraid;
That those
nights it thunders you reach out and take my elbow,
You aren’t
wishing I was closer, my hair sprouting from the pores on your chest.
I wish there
was safety in this fist that beats beneath my chest.
In dreams, I
cannot feel you and I wake in pieces afraid.
I push my
hips back into your hips; we wilt together like the bend of an elbow.
Take me by the elbows, press my cheek to
your chest; tell me I don’t need to be afraid.