hold me close

the swell of this storm of illusion, already defeated, is fighting
surrender with every tooth and nail, grip and gasp

me and my sanctuary of inherited fears are loosing one another, neither knowing how to steady inside this inevitable 

I wish I could carry you soothed and swaddled into the welcome of your undoing, but yours is a tongue wholly versed in against 

my only offering, a cracking heat, an arched honoring, as you thrash the tender caves of my insides, as you’re swept clean from the quiet corners where you always have been

I don't know this home of me without you clipping the infinite crossroads gazing into  each moment, this rendition of me, tumbling free like fawn legs first kisses from gravity

who will I be raised from the ruins of your powerlessness with only the creators map in soft mossy whispers threading my steps