On these cold

and whispering nights,

touch me tender,

touch me nice,

hold me sheltered

in your cave

away from strife,

away from all the fear

that hunts in savage packs

across this shadowed restless land.

 

Make your cave our sacred place

in the water,

in the grace,

of connection,

and in the love that says

in texture

we are singular,

we are plural,

we are many,

we are one.

 

18/8/2018