Don’t go gently into that cold night…
wrap your fingers tighter and don’t let go
that pain you feel will fade like a record
playing through dust and rain and warmth
because spring is blooming somewhere
and dawn is not so far.
sit here with me
lie here with me
sleep here with me
like a puzzle glued together
sweaty and content
full but not stuffed
our den, our keep, our store
wrap your fingers tighter and never let me go.