My skin pores and lets you in the thin place

between the word and the thing.

Sleep awhile if you will

the body has endured a short lesson

in how to be here

and it is too late to ask questions

(remember, I hold the darkness this time).

Falling for you or at least in front of you,

you don't have any rebound tenderness.

You harvested whatever you could carry.

I can hear the protective way

things wrap you up, tell me

what has gone missing

the colour of god's hair or something.