For T.B. and A.W.
In barren fields of fear I’m jolted by the inexperience of his words,

Plosive pleasure in defining our appeal

This scathes, rips us from a belonging to ourselves
The cacophony of colony in the air is beauty to them,

Heaving on its own poison as my heart pounds unheard

Unseen in a body once free, now commodified
I aim to reply with brisk hope but have hollow visions,

Chase wisps of a meandering fortitude

And by this overwhelming darkness am spurred on to be someone
The sickly flutter through my hands presses into keyboard letters,

With an old stealth I’m not grateful to have inherited

I manoeuvre around his white desire to be seen
In spawning warps I wander through my mind for miles,

Consider connection with the flailing tail ends of my pain,

Until a corner suddenly turned reveals the relief of warm light
For a moment

The violence of not being seen to have a body

Is defeated with a sibling’s words 
Their cultures prosper on conformity

And while they are busy being afraid,

I remember you spoke of a way to see everything
I remember that afternoon,

I fell asleep to the refrain of your passion

Your essay’s melody revealing armour, my heart encased safely inside
The blood flows back to me in this new tide of belonging

The blanket is woven, knows my body is here

In the shimmering spaces between its fibres and me is an alchemy of care
I remember myself
I shake it off to run to his inbox, wish this warmth to stick to my skin