walk with me,
walk with me through
the brier and the
sweet smelling bread
of yesterday.

take hold of my hair
i could lower you
down into the caves, and
narrow abysses, but i don't.

it is not my decision. it
was never my decision.
i take what i am given,
and i let it roll.

i hold it softly in my palm,
and i decide if i want it.

if i don't, i let it rest on
a park bench.

if i do, i fold it in felt
and place it inside my chest.

its where you are.
nestled deep in blankets
inside my body. i keep
my perception of you safe.
i keep myself safe.