Give me your fists, your fire, your spilled ink.
Give me your endless darkness, the sadness;
I can take the pain. Give me your hardness,
the rocks in your feet, your tornado heart–
Open it up. Let it breathe. The anger,
pluck its strings. Learn how it ticks
like clockwork. Break the hourglass
within you. When you feel like leaving:
don’t go, don’t go. Come with me.
I can hold the burden, unravel it
like a yarn spool, blanket it in softness,
give it back like light beams
slashing through the storm clouds.
When your hands are shaking,
when you cannot love me back,
I will hold adoration in my palms.
Young warrior,
Do not swallow your fury.
Let it bleed out of your skin
like song hymns, crackle like fire,
the distant howl of wolves
in the moonlight after being separated
from a pack member. Give it all to me.
Run your fingers across my skin
when you feel rough and
I will remind you how soft you still are.
“Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you’ve been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall,the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.”
