Two blue birds
One stone
A mourning hymn
Tag: Him
Hwy 30
Lay with me.
Do not give them your tears or sweat.
Hold my hand.
Ignore their lies and deceit.
Press your ear against my chest as I tell you about the sunset on Hwy 30.
Don’t look at their digitized and filtered images of it.
See me.
You’re safe with me.
Run
Run.
A wave is crashing.
Carving out the earth.
Taking pieces of land out to sea.
Nothing but a grain.
Instinct.
To gather them underneath us.
To cover them with our bodies.
To hold them tightly to our chests.
To cover their eyes.
To quiet their cries.
Shelter.
I love.
You
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