Come here, this place is fetal
There are no ruffles in these sheets
It’s a shelter built with my arms
I have kept and framed your smile
That made my resting swords clank together
because light crashed into this place
Your love is clove-shaped rubies
I will sew them into the window glass
Your love is paint cans
I will dab these walls with a silk brush
Your love is unending velvet cloth
I will vest the ceiling with it
Your love is thickening broth
To be stirred with my lashes
And when it’s cooked and piping hot
I will let it stain and scald me
so I am never free of you
This place is fetal, this place is us
