‘Depths’

it is deep

cavernous and cold

against my bones and my soul

rivets against pure gold

quiet longing and quiet despair

crept into skin

as thin as wire

bare-chest and alone

matched two, a pair

left once, burnt twice,

quiet despair

let him in, she begs

pure hope and pure faith ensnared

but he bristles and laughs

burnt rubber, no care

when will the fool learn,

time after time

left to devices

she has yet to unwind

spurn both time and space

find a place to grieve

within herself she will find

affection and trust to retrieve

enter this pit of pure black,

where she smiles from her to you

enter with care

and join the depth too.

12/30/18

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