What an angry place
Keeping me so warm
So safe from dealing
With the obligations
Of Being Big
Being more than
You feel your worth
Wherever that is
Where Four circles
Connected by lines
Hang upon the wall
Next to your mess
Beside your collection
Of Characters
The silence that comes
From an explosion
Of sound
Where empty bellies
And cloudy minds yern
For you to fill them up
And clear them out
I stay quiet
Heart a bawl
In the thick, still air
Dosing a dream
That you walk through the door
Taring off the days minutes
You climb on top of me
And thrust an uproar
Through my compose
Until I’m full of grime
Until I believe
Only love lives here
